#male reader x nick scratch

[supercap2319]

"Where the hell are we?" Sabrina asked as she blinked the sunlight out of her eyes.

One minute, they were watching some ridiculous teen beach movie from the 1960s. The next, they were standing on a beach together without any idea how they got there. There were no beaches near Greendale. Still, any of the beaches within the hours or miles of Greendale, sure as hell didn't look like anything they'd ever seen.

Merrick blinked, then looked at Sabrina and gasped. "Forget where we're at. What the heck are you wearing?" Merrick pointed to his sister's body, and Sabrina realized that she was wearing red pants and a cream colored blouse with a black headband on top of a short bob cut.

"I have no idea. What about you? Broad shorts and an ugly Hawaiian shirt? Nice, brother." Sabrina countered as she pointed out Merrick's outfit.

"I think things just got freakier. Check it out. Is that Harvey with blonde hair? Nick Scratch. And...and..."

"Archie Andrews?" Sabrina finished. "Don't you have a massive crush on him?"

"Shut up. He's coming over here."

[urgardenandmine]

new acquaintances ✧ - n. scratch

summary: greendale isn't what it all seems, now is it? genre: fluff (kinda...)/action *WARNING: THERE IS A MENTION OF BLOOD A BIT SO IF THAT IS NOT YOUR VIBE, SCROLL pairing: m!reader x nicholas scratch word count: 2.3K

rushing through the woods, you couldn’t catch your breath. 

the moon was at it’s highest it’s ever been, practically blanketing the world in seeming never ending moonlight. the stars lit the sky like flickering light bulbs that were just almost dying out. you couldn’t tell if it was due to the clouds or just the tears in your eyes as you were rushing past the trees but being continuously smacked with leaves and branches that you couldn’t register. 

your senses were practically numb. you had lost both shoes way before you were making it to god knows where. your feet were being punctured from the small thorns, sharp twigs and bramble bushes you’ve been running on and through. your eyes were watering nonstop due to the feeling of fear overflowing from you. even wiping them with your battered sleeves weren’t helpful considering you couldn’t tell if these would be your last moments on earth or not. your ears were ringing from the hard cardio you were doing (and also from the fact you were tossed around earlier by some people who said they were just “missionaries”). 

as sweat dropped down your face, it trickled in with the blood from the cut on your head. some of it had gotten into your mouth, practically hydrating you. it was horrible but what could you really do in this situation? as much as you hated the taste of salty and metallic liquid, you didn’t have the time to stop and just drink some nasty water in the woods.

hearing the crackle of branches behind you, you pushed forward till you fell flat on your face. 

you groaned and grunted, crying as you gripped the ground beneath you and yelled. the dirt under you was cooling and soft enough to basically be a resting place for you. you turned onto your back, heaving and huffing, feeling that you were about to barf from running almost what you thought was a million miles when in reality, it was probably only six. lifting your head up and angling it back, your eyes saw about almost a hundred acres of more trees. slowly lowering your head, you gulped and sighed.

slowly closing your eyes, you heard the leaves atop of your head crunch. you immediately rolled onto your side, using your weak arms to prop yourself up as you stared into the face of a blonde woman. she was covered in a cute and flowy navy blue dress that was patterned in dark ruby red and almost darked yellow flowers. it was complemented with a gray cardigan. her bottoms were black heel boots, not an exaggerated heel but something to give her some height. her hair was somewhat like a bob yet curled slightly.

“oh my! what are you doing here, darling?” she questioned anxiously, helping you up. slowly climbing up by holding onto her hands tightly, the breeze picked up as you whimpered and looked around hurriedly. looking past the woman was now a stone building, making you furrow your eyebrows and more confused but you were in a time crunch. 

“darling?” she asked, now noticing her british accent as she looked at you. you shook your head to get out of your trance of wondering why and how this random building was here but that didn’t matter.

“w-we need to go! there’s people after me and i can’t explain but please!” you begged, stuttering and shaking as your legs were sore. you were shaking like a newborn baby deer. 

you saw her green orbs examining you, as she pursed her lips and nodded. she wrapped her arm around yours and helped you limp towards the doors while whispering small “i got you’s.” 

making your way towards the rustic walnut doors, she grabbed the black outward curved handle and pushed the door open. your head began to swing as you didn’t have any energy left in you to even power through and tell her the dangers you were facing. as your head hung low, you saw the designs of the floor, seeing geometric shapes on it. the lighting in the building was not the best, considering most of the lights were yellow and some lamps were covered in red shades. in the center of the building was the statue of a woman, or three?

she was a stone statue with three faces. behind her was a tree. one face was a woman that looked like a young adult, wearing a crown of what seems to be leaves, the center being an upside down waning moon. the second was a middle aged woman, wearing the same style of robe as the previous. her crown was almost similar, except instead of leaves, she had almost crosses, spread equidistant from one another. in the center of her crown was an upside down waxing moon. the last woman seemed to look more elderly, as her design depicted wrinkles under her eyes and there was an aura that exuded from her. her crown was more decorated than the other two. in the center was what appeared to be the full moon, while protruding on both sides were small flowers. all three women had their right hand above their stomachs, while the left was under. it was almost as if they were caressing their wombs like a mother would. 

as you two staggered towards what was hopefully a place to rest, you saw the faces of now almost a dozen, maybe even more, kids who looked like you. you saw them whispering, hoping that whoever ran this “establishment” didn’t immediately kick you out for getting blood all over their floors. feeling the cold marble touch your wounded feet was almost as if you touched ice for too long. rather than being cooling, it burned like you were wading through a river of rubbing alcohol. 

you both were now in a hall that was decorated in what seemed to be solely black wallpaper that had flowers on them. the walls had some art pieces but they were odd. they depicted almost hell-ish landscapes but i mean if that was the vibe then they obviously did a great job. as you both turned a corner, you pushed past two doors as you saw three bodies in what appeared to be an office.

“i’m telling you, i-” the words emanating from the other woman’s husky voice was cut short by the sudden rushing. 

the blonde woman had helped you make your way towards a small burgundy satin victorian couch, unlinking her arm from yours as she helped you down gently. she reached for a small dark brown throw pillow, propping it under your head, brushing away your strands of [h/c] hair. she made sure not to brush the cut you had on your [s/c] temple. she looked towards the other’s in the room, who were immediately gathering around you as you tried to catch your breath.

“who did this?” the husky voiced woman demanded. she wore a dark navy pant suit that had a lace collar layered over it. her ginger hair was straight down, yet somewhat curled like the blonde’s. she also had some hair covering part of her forehead yet not reaching her eyes, which were a piercing blue green. 

next to her on her right was a tall dark skinned man, who was dressed in what was assumed to be an almost 1980’s fashion. he was dressed in a tan corduroy jacket, underneath a simple black graphic tee and washed out bell bottom jeans. though he was somewhat nice to look at, there was someone else who caught your eye past your disheveled hair. 

on her left stood a built man (well, teenager). he was dressed in a greaser’s outfit. he was dressed in almost all black, his top being a black leather jacket with the smallest pop of color from under his sheer red shirt. his bottoms were baggy black jeans and he had on leather boots. his hair was dark black, yet the light made it lighter than you expected. his dark brown eyes were scanning your body. 

“i just found them like this, zelds.” the blonde worriedly informed, trying to intake all the wounds you were showing. the ginger haired woman stepped forward. hearing her name made her seem as if she was more learned than the others. something about her radiated command and leadership. looking at the blonde woman, she radiated comfort and almost literal warmth. 

“child, who did this?” the woman, zelds, asked in a hushed yet angered voice. she was almost maternal yet she had no idea who you were.

you gulped, clutching your stomach as you could feel the bruise from earlier almost growing rapidly. you cleared your throat, even though you knew the words would come out hoarse.

“i d-don’t know,” you pushed out, “all i know is that they are coming and they won’t leave till i die.” 

as you spoke the last word, tears began to form in your [e/c] eyes. the boy in leather kneeled down, reaching your eye level as he held onto your hand. he wiped away the dropped tear as he slowly formed a soft smile.

“you won’t die today, got it?” he reassured softly. you chuckled softly, which soon erupted into a cough but it made you feel a bit comfortable. how can a very handsome man say that to someone who was barefoot and practically battered down. the others in the room caught the small moment you both shared, exchanging looks but soon returning back to the matter at hand.

“did you happen to catch their names?” the tan jacketed man asked. you shrugged slightly, wiping your eyes as you slowly sat yourself up. 

“i don’t remember but they sounded like…biblical? like an arathmiel or whatever thing is religious.” you told the rest. 

looking at them all, they exchanged a look of something that seemed to be worry, but more of determination. the ginger hair woman clenched her fists, looking at the two beside her. 

“hilda, tell the students that we need to begin an extermination process. ambrose, with me.” she directed. your eyes widened at the immediate need to take action after you had told them that small bit of information. turning her attention to the two of you, she cleared her throat.

“nicholas,” the boy in black looked up, “tend to them.” she ordered. the boy who was still holding your hand, nicholas, nodded as he locked eyes with you. even though you practically had no blood in you, you felt your cheeks flush to a soft rosy color. having noticed, he smirked and slowly linked your arms together. he helped you up, slowly following behind the pair who was making their ways towards the exit/entrance.

as you all made your ways towards the doors, they appeared to fly open before the pant suited woman had reached them. peering over her shoulder from behind, you saw the two assailants who had attacked you in your simple and somewhat “owned” apartment. 

“hello, witch.” the bulkier assailant spat. his words were laced with venom. he was dressed in a navy blue sweater, with a dress shirt collar peeking from behind. his pants seemed to look like black slacks, but that wasn’t so important to you when you were trying to escape. in his right hand, you saw the weapon he had tried to use against you. it was a simple knife (or in his words, “the dagger of salvation.” like okay, fucking weirdo). his hair was a dirty blonde yet it looked practically unmoved. beside him was the other assailant. she was in the same outfit yet in her hands was a crossbow.

the commanding woman stood on the highest step, looking down at the two “missionaries.” 

“i am zelda spellman, directrix of this academy and you two are trespassing.” she said, her words laced with something that seemed to be a kindness. the man beside her stared at them, slowly pulling out what seemed to be a metal rod. 

the two assailants chuckled, before the younger female had fired the arrow. immediately raising her hand, the arrow had stopped in mid air. following her, the other man, ambrose, focused his attention onto the arrow. 

(1) “Ianuae sagittae!*” he exclaimed gruffly. the arrow then vanished before you. your eyes widened, looking at the sight in front of you. 

“we know you never come peacefully, so we upped our defenses since last.” nicholas hissed at them. this side of him, even though having just met, was something you could really get used to. seeing the two look down at the floor, they were entrapped in a circle that seemed to be gray ash and flowers. trying to move their feet, they couldn’t budge. 

zelda smiled, looking down upon them. “enjoy the little time you have while we help you on your journey home.”

turning on her heel, she marched back into the building (or academy?). ambrose had ran in, while nicholas helped you power through. making your way into the center of the academy, you had noticed a bunch of students now surrounding the statue, hands locked with one another. you had looked at them all, wanting to stop and help yet you were nudged by the one holding you.

“c’mon, they got it.” he whispered, helping you make your way to wherever he was taking you.

as you walked, he opened the doors to what he said under his breath was “the infirmary.” seeing the nearest bed, he gently laid you down on the pearl colored cotton sheets. he sat at your feet, looking down at you as he held your fingertips and began to whisper softly. looking at him, his eyes were closed, like he was focused on something. 

you exhaled softly, feeling the pain you felt almost become nonexistent. nicholas opened his eyes, chuckling as he inched closer and held your hand.

“i did what i could for the pain before hilda comes and helps you get better.” he explained. you nodded, taking in a deep breath of relaxation. as you looked down at him, you chuckled softly.

“don’t worry, i got you.” he encouraged, making you feel at ease. maybe you could get used to this place.

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hi y'all! hope this second story for y'all was good! i know it slowly dies a bit towards the end but it is late for me and i started a bit earlier today but i had shit to do so i had to finish up however i could TT

i tried my best to capture the characters but i like haven't seen this show for a while so i hope it's good!

(1) = lanuae saggitae = teleport arrow (according to google translate)

this story takes place after season four yet not towards the end ending so i had to take advantage of playing with bad boy nick scratch :p

[chamomiletealeaf]

Bear!hybrid Price x reader drabble

Warnings: afab!reader, sex, mating press, kind of breeding kink? little bit of lactation kink?

Inclusivity note: Referring to reader’s pussy as “pink” meaning the inside of it, not the labia; Price is huge since he’s part bear, so anyone would look tiny next to him.

Bear!hybrid Price who fucks you good and hard in a mating press, making sure you stay in place while he pounds your tight little cunt, tears spilling out of your eyes from how good he’s filling you. His fangs bared against your neck as he growls saying how well he’s gonna fuck you, how much he loves how you take his massive thick cock in such a tiny, cute little pussy all swollen and pink for him.

His bear DNA making him so much bigger than an average human male and loves how he can so easily toss you around.

And when you finally give him some chunky little cubs, you breast feed them, their little fangs scratching you on accident making you yelp a bit. And when you finish feeding them and they go off to play Price says:

“Aww one of the little ones nicked ya? Here lemme kiss it and make it better.” He says before he licks and sucks at your nipple, secretly wanting a taste of his own.

[binniesbooks]

• SANDWICH

TXT 019 .F05 2024

wc 6.8k

pairings Nickjudyz!TXT x fem!reader

warnings reader was described as poor, Yeonjun and Soobin being loaded, growing alone, self relieving, oral sex (Soobin receiving), slight cum eating, squint to see some fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint once more, pet names, degradation, boob kink for Soobin if you squint again lol, bigcock!Soobin, bigcock!Yeonjun, virgin!reader, threesome, double vaginal penetration (hit me up if I forgot something)

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Growing up alone, you've done everything to survive. Even when you were still a child, you worked for yourself. Doing laundry for the neighbors, helping the market vendors, walking pets—doing anything just so that you could earn a small profit.

Now that you're a college student, you've been hired by the school cafeteria due to the dean's empathy. You have a small space in the cafeteria for your small business, selling sandwiches. Every break time, lunch, and when you were vacant, you would quickly make your way to the school cafeteria to sell your products. You've been selling other foods too, like juice drinks and chips, but mainly sandwiches.

You would always wake up early in the morning to prepare everything you needed for your products.

"How much for a sandwich?" A tall, handsome man stood in front of your stall while you were busy cleaning your table.

"2 500 won, each," you smiled at the guy before you.

"I'll get two, please," he said as he pulled out his wallet.

"I'll just wrap it!" You cheerfully answered, not wanting to show how tired you are.

You're basically tired, not just today. But just tired of your whole life. Many times you tried ending it, but you always chickened out. And nothing changed. You struggle with your daily life. You can barely pay rent and your other bills. If it wasn't for the financial assistance given by the school dean and your side hustles, you surely wouldn't have been able to manage.

"Thank you! Enjoy your snack!" You cheerfully thanked the guy as you bowed down.

"Hyung! Come get your snack!" You heard the tall male call for someone over the other side of the cafeteria. Your gaze moved towards the other male. He's a little shorter than the first one. But he has a quite pretty face: pouty lips and captivating eyes. Handsome, yes.

"Yup! They're our seniors. They're also known as the Nickjudyz." You later found out from your friend that they were your seniors; they are a year older than you, and they were both scheduled to run for the presidential position on the student council for the upcoming election. Not that they wanted it, but actually, the campus dean had assigned both of them to different party lists at that. So basically, they didn't have a choice at all.

"Nickjudyz? What does that mean?" you questioned.

"You haven't heard of the animation movie Zootopia? They were the epitome of Nick the Red Fox and Judy the Rabbit," your friend explained. "Yeonjun's features were like those of a fox, and Soobin's a rabbit. Aren't they cute?" she added, giggling.

So the taller one was Soobin, and the one with sharper looks was Yeonjun, you understood now. "Nickjudyz..." you mumbled.

That night, you watched Zootopia, taking notes on the characters. And the next day, your sandwiches were Zootopia-themed. You were really waiting for the two of them to come and buy from you again.

However, luck was not on your side. When you weren't able to see them around, you felt sad. They were the reason you made your sandwiches Zootopia-themed.

You were about to close your stall when the shorter guy, Yeonjun, was running towards you. "Sandwich! Two!" he shouted with a wide grin. "Uhm, do you still have some?" He scratched the back of his head, realizing you were about to close your stall.

"I, uh, kept two pieces, actually. I thought you might come again." You hesitated at first.

"Nice! We just came out of the dean's office, and we hadn't managed to eat anything, you're a lifesaver," Yeonjun sighed in relief, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.

After those times, you always got to sell your sandwiches to them. You even grew closer to them thanks to the short interaction you get to share with them every day. Sometimes, Soobin would be the only one to come, sometimes, it's just Yeonjun, sometimes they are both standing in front of your stall, buying themselves a sandwich. They became your regular customers.

"How about I recruit you to be my secretary on my party list? I still haven't recruited my secretary yet," Yeonjun suggests when he buys from you again one time.

You didn't know why you answered, though. It's not like you actually wanted to be a part of the student council. Maybe it was because of his pretty eyes and his cute pout. "I-i'll think about it."

He smiled and went away, skipping.

The next day, Soobin also suggested the same. "I already recruited her, Soob." Yeonjun wrapped his arms around the taller guy.

"Hyung, that's unfair!" Soobin pouted, only for Yeonjun to chuckle. "Oh! I have an idea!" he exclaimed.

"And that is?" Yeonjun looked at him, confusion written on his face.

"Why don't we let her choose from the two of us, instead?" Soobin chimed.

You froze from wiping the glass cabinet for your sandwich. "Wait, you're actually letting me choose between your party lists?" you asked, stunned at Soobin's suggestion. The two males just nodded at you.

Yes, you had built some connections with them. You can even consider it friendship, well, that's what they've said to you too. But to choose between the two of them to support, you think it's unfair. Especially since they were both good friends to you.

"Gosh, how can I? It's unfair," you groaned, Yeonjun chuckled.

"You can just think about it, but remember that if you don't choose me, you'll tear my heart apart," he pouted.

"See? That's what I'm saying! I don't want anyone of you to feel bad," you sighed, spraying Yeonjun with water from your bottle sprayer.

Soobin hummed, sipping on the canned soda in his hand. "Maybe you can choose if you got help from the both of us," he suggested.

"Come to think of it. Lately, I've been too busy with my business that I wasn't able to catch up again on some of my activities." You sat down on your chair, removing your apron. "Since you're both my seniors, how about you teach me?" you added.

"Like, tutor you or something?" Soobin said, turning over to you. You quickly nodded. "I might consider your request if you do so," you grinned.

Long story short, Soobin and Yeonjun both agreed on giving you a tutoring session.

It's been almost a week. The session went well. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just them teaching and assisting you.

You always do your sessions at the school's library or the town's public library. Anywhere but your house. You know the three of you won't fit in that small studio. Considering they are tall towers, you often tease them with this, in which they often rebut you that you're just short.

"Should we end it here today? I mean, I still have a part-time job to go for at 6," you glanced at your phone secretly—the screen broke and an old model—you don't want them to see that, at least.

Actually, they were far out of your league, even just as friends. Sometimes, you would even think about not showing up near them anymore, but guilt would always eat you up. They've been so good to you, they like to help you out at your stall sometimes when they are free.

"Say, how many side hustles do you have? I don't mean to offend you, but why do you need so many jobs?" Yeonjun, showing his little curious side, tilts his head a bit. Is he confused? Maybe. Is he mocking you? No, his eyes doesn't tell you that.

You sighed, not wanting to hide your situation anymore, not with how his curious eyes were boring holes in your face. "For weekdays, I go to school, and work at the cafeteria for some time," you paused, looking at Soobin, who was staring at you too for a while now. "At 7, I work at a convenience store down my street, and clock out at 12."

Soobin's eyes were full of concern. "Do you even have time for yourself? Time to study? Time to rest?" he shoots.

You shook your head and continued to speak, "I study for a bit, and I sleep before 2, then wake up at 6 again to prepare for my business, given that our class starts at 8 in the morning."

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Yeonjun frowns after knowing you could barely rest.

"It does not end there yet," you chuckled. "On Saturdays and Sundays, I work at a cafe from 6–12 in the morning, work at the laundry shop from 1-4 in the afternoon, head straight here for our sessions, and catch a night of restaurant work from 6–11."

You could pick their jaws off the floor. You chuckled at their reaction. "Are you still alive? Tell me if I'm talking to a ghost..." Yeonjun hugs himself dramatically. "Hyung, don't be like that." Soobin slaps his shoulder, emitting a whine from the older man.

"I should get going now, see you on Monday!" You quickly got up to your feet and waved at them as you ran outside.

That Monday, you saw yourself working with the two males at your stall. They were the ones selling your sandwich. And since they've got the face, the reputation, and all, your sales suddenly skyrocketed. You needed to run to the nearest store near your school to buy what you needed to restock.

"Achoo!"

"That's your 99th time sneezing today, little angel," Yeonjun said, without turning to face you, still busy cleaning the glass cabinet.

"I'm okay, don't worry - Achoo!"

The next day, you were nowhere to be found. The sandwich stall was not open and no sneezes could be heard.

"Bin, I just realized... We actually have no way to contact her," Yeonjun was tapping his fingers on the cool steel table of your stall.

"I wonder what happened to her," Soobin sighed, rummaging through your stall, foolishly hoping to find some way to contact you.

"Let's go to the faculty, I have an idea," Yeonjun suggested.

"What? No, we can't disclose any information about students to other students, so no," the school administrator declined his request.

"Pleeeasseee, sir," Yeonjun begs, only to be declined again.

"Uhm, she's... She's my secretary for the election, so I need to have her information, at least," Soobin butts in.

"Your name?" The admin asked Soobin.

"Soobin. Choi Soobin, sir."

The two of them quickly ran out of the faculty as soon as they got what they needed. Quickly excusing themselves from their respective classes, claiming they have some emergency to tend to.

You woke up to the irritating ringing of your doorbell. You were not expecting any visitors today.

"Goodness, who could it be..." You stood up only to fall back down on your bed again because of dizziness. You felt the drilling pain on your head again that you had felt since last night. You shiver, pulling your jacket to yourself, yet you can feel yourself so sticky because of sweat.

"Who is--" Your eyes widened the moment you were met with two tall guys standing in front of your studio. You quickly slammed your door and leaned against it.

'What the hell are they doing here?! How did they find me? Oh my god!' You panicked, screaming inside your head.

"Angel," you heard Yeonjun whisper, "Can we come in?"

"H-how did you find where I live?" you asked. Dumb question. They could just ask around the faculty. "Dummy," you whispered to yourself, facepalming yourself.

You opened the door and peeked at them. "Hi, hehe," you awkwardly smiled at them.

"C-come in..." You opened the door wide, welcoming them to your small studio.

"We're gonna let ourselves in," Soobin mumbled, removing his shoes from the doorstep.

Their eyes were welcomed by a small bed that could barely fit two people in the corner. A small study table is beside it, stacked with books and a broken phone on top, and with a small dresser near the bed.

A single-seater dining table on the other side with some instant foods and a portable stove.

Their eyes roamed a little more. A closed door, they assumed, was the rest room, just sat near the doorstep.

"I... I don't think my place is enough to fit the three of us..." you fidgeted, sitting on your bed as your head spun again, making you shut your eyes tightly.

"You were sick after all," Soobin commented. "I'll just go out, I'll come back quickly," he said as he carefully stepped out of your place.

"So... This is where you live?" Yeonjun sat on the chair at your dining table. You meekly nodded. "All of those side hustles for this place?" he added.

You know he does not mean to offend you once again, yet you felt yourself getting embarrassed. "I barely survive... Even from those multiple part-time jobs. N-not to mention that—cough, excuse me.. I am paying loans too," you explained as you lay down on your bed, feeling your body burn up again.

Your gaze returned to Yeonjun when you heard him talk.

"Buy cough medication as well, Bin. And, oh, a few fruits too if you don't mind."

"Why are you looking for me, by the way?" you asked, pulling the blanket to cover yourself.

"We were worried, of course. How can we not? Plus, we weren't able to eat a sandwich today," he smiled, even though he knows you're not looking at him.

Yeonjun stood up. "Towels," he said.

You looked at him confused. "Huh?"

"Where are your towels?" he asked himself.

You pointed at the dresser, "Lowest part."

"I can't believe my tongue didn't taste any of your sandwiches today, angel. Do you know how much I crave for it every day?" You heard the water running in your restroom for a moment.

Yeonjun gently pats the wet towel on your forehead, wiping your face as well. He even hesitated at first to wipe your neck, shaking his head in the process.

"Don't you have any classes?"

"We do, but we excused ourselves. What can we do? We have an emergency at home," he smiled at you.

"Dummy, this ain't your home, Mr. Pouty Lips," you chuckled.

"Why not? Look, I even have a patient here at home," he says, tucking your straying hair behind your ear. His hand gently grazed your face, and you unconsciously leaned on his cool hand.

"Your hand feels cool..." you mumbled, squirming under the blanket. He then cupped your face, gently rubbing your cheek. Your eyes flutter closed as you feel relaxed beneath his touch.

"Pretty little angel." His voice was faint, even lower than a whisper.

"I'm back." Yeonjun snapped his head towards the door as Soobin closed it behind him. "How is she, hyung?"

"She fell asleep, she's burning hot, though." Yeonjun placed the towel on your forehead. "Hey Bin, you know how to make porridge, right? We should at least make her something warm."

You woke up again, but this time it was because of resounding murmurs filling up the small room.

"Hey angel, you're up?"

"You're still here?" you grunted as you tried your best to get up, receiving a helping hand from Yeonjun.

"You have to eat," Soobin says as he walks towards you with a plate with porridge in a bowl. "It's still warm, you'll feel better," he adds.

Soobin sat on the side of your bed, still holding the plate. Yeonjun stacking your pillows for you to lean on, as he ordered you to scoot back.

"Open your mouth y/n," Soobin scooped a spoonful of porridge.

"I can do it, you know," you chuckled.

"Please let me."

Soobin fed you the porridge he cooked. Yeonjun was at your table, peeling and slicing some fruits. "You should've taken care of yourself more," Yeonjun nags.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pouty Lips," you said as you flashed a smile at him. "I don't have any choice but to work."

You have been sick many times, but no one has ever been there to take care of you. No one cooked for you but yourself. You buy medicines alone, even when you are burning up. You needed to do your chores even when you got too dizzy to stand up. "I'm grateful to you two, this is the first time I have experienced being cared for."

And that's when they realized they needed to take care of you. That's when it registered in their minds that they needed to stay beside you. You're their precious little angel, whom they needed to take care of. A fragile person who still needs someone to be their companion.

"We're heading home for now, okay? We'll be back tomorrow, please rest a lot." His once captivating eyes were now full of worry, and his pouty lips became more pouty as he talks to you.

"Go now." Your smile wasn't forced at all. It was genuine. Your heart thumps as you recall how they took care of you. You were floating on cloud nine.

Yeonjun walked outside first, and Soobin stopped midway, turning back as he quickly tracked back towards you. "If anything happens, call me... please," he handed you a small note in which you assumed was his number.

Yeonjun came back the next day early in the morning just to see Soobin cooking breakfast while you were sitting on your bed like you'd've been awake for the past few hours.

"Is this why you weren't answering your phone?" he asked.

"Sorry, hyung, y/n called me in the middle of the night. Her temperature went up," the taller man sighed.

Yeonjun sat beside you, placing his hand on your forehead. "Do you feel okay now?" he asked as he cupped your face, his face merely an inch away from yours. You nodded, but you didn't even pull back. Maybe it's because his cool hands were on your cheeks, or maybe you were just feeling too hot. You actually don't know. All you knew was that you were feeling butterflies from his touch.

You watched how his pretty lips parted, how his tongue glossed his lips.

Which is to blame? You, who maybe, have a tiny crush on him that makes you wanna kiss him? Or Yeonjun, that may or may not be, doing this on purpose while his face was way too close to yours?

You tightly shut your eyes. Were you assuming a kiss?

"Angel, food is ready," he announced, standing up from your bed.

You opened your eyes, and you watched him look at Soobin, as they seemed to talk with their eyes.

"I'm glad it's Saturday today. There's nothing else to do." Soobin stretches his feet, plopping down on your bed after eating. "I feel so sleepy," he muttered, his eyes fluttering close.

Yeonjun lay beside him, closing his eyes with a smile plastered on his face. You, on the other hand, just came out of the bathroom.

You placed your hands on both of your waists. "How am I supposed to rest now? You're hogging my bed."

Soobin pretended to snore as he let Yeonjun hide on his back, trying to hold back his snickers.

Maybe you could let them rest. It won't hurt to let them rest after receiving a lot of favors.

"I have a test this coming Thursday, I don't know if I would be able to pass the test," you sighed, poking at the watermelon slices Yeonjun placed in front of you.

It's been more than a week since you were sick. You were now invited over to their place for your tutoring session. It only occurred to you that they're not just friends, they were roommates too.

"You can do it, I know you can, you've been studying a lot," Soobin cheered, stopping for a while from writing in your notebook.

Yeonjun picked up a piece of watermelon barehanded, making it touch your lips. "How about a little gift if you pass the exam, little angel?" he suggested, "Aahh," and asked you to open your mouth at the same time to feed you.

His fingers grazed your lips a little more than expected, and he proceeded to lick his fingers with the left-over juice of the watermelon. "What do you say?" Yeonjun leans forward to you, his hands propped on the table in their living room.

You meekly nodded. No noise, just a simple nod and a lip bite that didn't escape Soobin's and Yeonjun's sight. "W-what gift though?" you asked, trying to straighten your posture.

"Soob, any suggestions?" He peered towards the taller male, only for Soobin to answer with a "Shhh, secret," and a smile.

Yeonjun chuckled, ruffling your hair. "Surprise, little angel, it's a surprise."

You were aware of their subtle advances, actually. Especially how clingy and touchy Yeonjun was. But you were just letting it slide. You don't give it plenty of attention.

But you have already admitted it to yourself. You're swooning over them. They're your good friends, though, and that's why you kept on pushing your lingering feelings back.

The session went well that day too. Not to mention that you're no longer rushing because they already asked you to drop some of your side hustles. You were hesitant at first because how are you going to pay your bills now? But you ended up listening to them and their pouty request. How could you say no? Why would you dare say no, rather?

Thursday came quickly, and taking the biology test first thing in the morning felt like walking on fire and broken glasses barefoot. You could feel the sweat dripping down your forehead and your heart thumping. You even called all the saints, gods, and goddesses you knew to help you answer the test. If looks could kill, flies would be all over your teacher's body.

The following day, your test papers were given back to you. You were too scared to open the folded piece of paper. That's why you kept it like that between the pages of your notebook. You even brought the notebook with you when you went back to your stall to sell your sandwiches.

In the midst of the crowd at lunch, you saw the two tall guys walking towards you once again. As if on cue, they waved at you the moment they met your eyes. You could clearly picture bunny ears and a foxtail over their figures as you chuckled to yourself. "Silly guys," you whispered to yourself.

Soobin was the one who noticed the notebook on the side. He was trying to fan himself with your notebook when your biology test results came flying out from your notebook.

"What's that?" Yeonjun asked as he saw Soobin opening the folded paper.

"Woah! I knew you'd ace the test y/n," he exclaimed, making you snap your head towards them with a confused look.

"Did our surprise gift make you motivated?" Yeonjun taunts, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"T-that... I..." You were out of words. From what Yeonjun had said and from knowing you actually got a perfect score from your biology class, which you dearly hated from the start.

"It looks like we need to give here our prize, hyung," Soobin smiled. They look at each other knowingly. They know what you deserve. "Shall we head out first?"

Yeonjun and Soobin head home first, ahead of you. They said they wanted to take a stroll at the mall to buy something as your prize, and they just told you to head straight to their place tomorrow afternoon.

You were able to sleep soundly that night. Knowing that you can ace tests only if you focus on your studies. You felt proud of your achievement, given that you don't usually do well in your biology class. You even planned on making the two guys a special-made sandwich to thank them for their work. However, you were actually planning on turning down their request. You couldn't stand choosing between the two of them. You would rather back down than choose.

You were actually expecting something more of a material gift. Maybe a book, a chair, or something you could use inside your small studio. And the gift you were about to receive was the last on your list.

"Fuck princess, why are you so good," Soobin hummed while guiding your head.

"You should be more gentle, Bin. Remember, she still needs to choose who she wants to serve under," Yeonjun chuckled while caressing your dainty finger as he placed your hand on his tenting bulge.

You glanced at your hand on his bulge, and your gaze went up to his eyes. Yeonjun tilted his head, "What is it, pretty angel?"

You swore, and your stomach swirled. Little did they know, whenever they called you these names, you felt a little weaker in your knees.

How did it happen that a visit to their place would end up with you in their bedroom?

You rang the doorbell at their apartment's door, clutching onto the paper bag of the special sandwich with a wide smile on your face. Yeonjun opened the door, rubbing his eyes. He looks like he just woke up from an afternoon nap. Until you realize he's not wearing a shirt. His bare and toned body is displayed in front of you.

"Hi angel, sorry, we were asleep. A friend visited earlier and got us drunk," he apologizes. "Come in."

"Fuck, my head is spinning," he muttered to himself.

"Uhm, should I just come back next week? Do you want to rest for now?" worry and nervousness were visible on your face.

"No, please come in. You don't mind taking care of us too, right?" he smiled, picking up the bottles and cans on the table.

"Where's Soobin?"

"The room over there, do you mind waking him up? I'll just clean this." Some takeout boxes were scattered around the floor, and spilled drinks and sauces were also around.

"Soo-"

"Ahh fuck, y/n... More... You feel so good... Ahh.." You were stunned when you pushed the door open. Soobin was sitting down on the side of his bed, clutching the hem of his t-shirt up to his chest, while he gently stroked his shaft.

"C-come on pretty... I n-need more..." Soobin lolled his head back, letting go of his shirt to use his other arm to support his body as he tightly gripped the bedsheet.

"D-do you need h-help?" You actually don't know why you asked it. You should've just closed the door and pretended that you saw nothing.

Soobin peers over you, "Fuck, didn't know you're already here... Shit sorry, I need you y/n." His lower lip caught between his teeth, sweat forming on his forehead as his fringe sticks.

Like clockwork, you slowly managed to get near him.

"But... But I think you're drunk... I don't think this is right..." you chirped, trying to fight your desires with reality.

"I'm sober. I swear, fuck.. How can I not be when all I can think about was how you," he paused, pressing down on his slit, "Fuck!" He looks up at you once again, "All I can think about was h-how you m-moaned my name when you c-called me that night." He was once again reminded of how you moaned and chanted his name, calling for help, your pants, and heavy breaths when you called the night when your temperature went up.

A pinkish tint washed your face as you thought about how you did your best to call him.

You slowly knelt down between his legs, not breaking eye contact. Your hand slowly wraps around his cock as he draws back his hand.

"You're so p-pretty. I'm sorry I'm m-making you d-do this." You shook your head and flashed him a smile.

"Y-you want this?" Soobin raised your hand to stop you for a while.

"I.. that.. probably..." You weren't able to form any coherent words about how scared you are to admit you have a little crush on them.

"Please. Please tell me you w-want this t-too, If you-"

"I do. I-I do want this. No, I want you, actually... You... And Yeonjun too. Just.."

"Just?"

"It's just that, I can't admit it. You're both good friends of mine. I can't afford to lose our small friendship just because I like the both of you," you bit your lower lip as you retract your hand and place them both on your knees, preparing yourself to receive some hate comments.

"How am I supposed to hold back after knowing you want me? Oh god, you'll be the death of me..."Soobin caressed your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his length.

You look up at him, your eyes full of innocence made him curse all the non-liviing things from hell.

"W-wanna fuck your throat so bad, princess," Soobin muttered, rubbing his shaft on your cheek.

"She's so pretty, I want to ruin her." Your gaze flits toward the voice, it was Yeonjun. He was leaning on the doorframe, watching the two of you exchange a little talk.

"Fucking pretty, hyung. And smart too. She deserves a gift, right?" Yeonjun nodded with a smirk playing on his pretty face.

"She's a good and honest little angel, she deserves a good gift."

Yeonjun marched his way towards the bed. The bed dipped under his weight when he sat beside Soobin.

And this was when you found yourself in that position, between Soobin's legs and reaching for Yeonjun. The sandwich on the paper bag, long forgotten, was splayed on the floor.

You lightly rubbed your hand on Yeonjun's pants, making him hiss under his breath. Your eyes flitted to Soobin, you watched him alternate between biting his lower lip and gaping his mouth.

"I-i'm gonna... y/n, 'm close-- Fuck!" Soobin's hips stutter, stilling for a while inside your mouth. Hot liquid sliding through your tongue.

"C'mere," Soobin quickly pulled you up, crashing his lips on yours.

"Let him taste himself, pretty," Yeonjun taunts.

You lightly open your mouth, letting some of his essence slip through your lips, swallowing the remaining on your tongue. Soobin moaned in your mouth, teeth almost clashing at each other, lips swollen from biting.

Soobin pulled away, his forehead on yours, chasing his breath. "God, it tastes weird," he mumbles.

You felt a hand on your waist, it was Yeonjun's. He was guiding you to sit on his lap.

"Make me cum."

You left a peck at Soobin's lips once more before straddling Yeonjun. Not wanting to be left behind, Soobin tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Can you remove this?" he asked, eyes begging.

You quickly slip out of your shirt. A red hue paints his cheeks as he tries to reach out for the strap of your bra, snapping it open.

Yeonjun then pushed your hips down on him to feel you, making you startled. "Mmhh, feels good, fuck," he sighs. His pouty lips look so delectable as you see him gape his mouth.

Your eyes don't want to leave Soobin, giving him a few glances as he strokes himself languidly while watching you.

"Pretty, never thought you could do something like this, you're not as innocent as you look, yeah?" Yeonjun's eyes were flying towards Soobin, as if asking for some approval, as he continued to guide your hips to grind above him.

"She's dirty, hyung," Soobin chuckles.

"I-i'm not, ahh-" you tried to retaliate, only for Yeonjun to buck his hips up.

"If you're not, then why are your nipples so perky?" Yeonjun smirks, rolling your nipples between his fingers, emitting soft whines from you that made Soobin leak out once again. Of course, he was reminded once more about that night.

"Look at her grinding above you even if when you're not holding her waist, hyung," Only then did you realize that Yeonjun's hands were no longer on you. You're moving on your own accord. No guidance at all.

You felt shy as you stilled your hips, hiding behind Yeonjun's neck. Were you this desperate? Were you this dirty? Just like what they've said?

Yeonjun lifted your skirt, landing a soft spank on your ass, making you yelp at his neck. "Why'd you stop?" He then squeezed your ass as he landed another spank.

Yeonjun raised your body for a bit, only to see how wet his sweats were. It's not from him, of course. You watch the ends of his lips curl up.

"Baby, look at the mess you've made," Yeonjun coos. Soobin reaches for your skirt to unzip it. Your baby pink underwear has now turned dark because of how wet you are.

You bit your lower lip as you look at Soobin, eyes glossy, seeking help, and cheeks beet red. You wanted to cry out of embarrassment.

"Oh, look at my pretty angel, Bin, she's about to cry."

Soobin chuckles, "Don't make her cry, hyung. You're such a menace."

"Continue moving then, save your tears for later," Yeonjun remarked, letting you drop down on his lap once again.

"No, baby, I'm not guiding you. Move on your own," he added as he shook his head when you still didn't move. Oh god, the embarrassment you've been feeling ever since you've stepped inside Soobin's room.

You grab both of his shoulders as you dance above his lap.

"Fuck w-wait, that's --" Yeonjun's hand flew over his mouth to clutch on it, his head lolling back with only a single arm supporting his body.

If there's something Yeonjun considers a weakness, it's when a girl moves in a circular motion on his lap. And you hit the jackpot on your first try.

A few more moves, and he found himself convulsing underneath you. His eyes were blown up when you looked at him. He looked so fucked out. Quickly moving to his side, he also looks down at his lap. You both witnessed how the wetness of his cum stained his sweats. The gray color slowly darkened as the liquid spread out.

You were the one who initiated the kiss this time, giving his pouty lips wet kisses, to which he responded back with a weak hum while he held your face.

Soobin pulled you back over him. "Sorry y/n, can't just stay still and watch you with him." Soobin discarded his shirt on the floor.

"Stop hogging her to yourself, Bin," Yeonjun chuckled at the younger's action and words.

Soobin carefully laid you down on his bed, latching his mouth on your boob, while he gently massaged the other one.

"Move over a bit, baby, need to feel you," Yeonjun lays down on his side beside you, flipping you to turn sideways. Soobin was still sucking on your chest while he moans out his hunger for you.

The pouty guy hugs your waist, littering love bites on your neck. Leaving splotchy red marks all over your nape and shoulder.

You never thought about having an active sexual life, given that you're too busy and focused on making ends meet. Let alone having two guys at the same time.

The tall guy in front of you leaves the same thing around your cleavage while he humps on your thigh. His shaft feels heavy on your skin.

Yeonjun's hand trails down your waist to your clitoral area, rubbing in a circular motion to hear you whimper his name.

"Y-yeonjun," you whimpered under your breath.

"I'm here, focus," your hips jerked when he slowly slid his finger inside your pussy only to pull it out again.

"Bin, wanna stretch her out? I want to feel her already," he grunts. The taller male complied, he scooted up and raised your leg.

"So wet, damn," he dipped his fingers inside you, and just like Yeonjun, he quickly drew it back, giving his fingers a lick to taste you.

"She's sweet, hyung, holy shit. But as much as I want to taste you, I also want to feel you around me, y/n."

The first stretch felt like your body was being torn apart. You quickly lean your head toward Yeonjun, and your hand reaches back. Fingers tangled on his blonde hair as you give it a pull, mouth agape at how big Soobin feels inside.

"So wet 'n tight," Soobin grunts as he keeps on pushing inside you.

"H-hurts! S-soob, it h-hurts!" you cried out as you reached for him, clawing his chest.

"I'm only h-halfway inside, mmpp!" Soobin winces at the pain from your scratches and how your pussy snuggled his thick cock. He holds your face to drown your moans and cries in his mouth as he quickly pushes inside you.

He pulled away as both of you pants as if you had run a hundred miles.

"Y-you're choking me," Soobin moves a little, making you whimper once more.

"B-bin you're t-too big," you pout.

You felt something poking your entrance once, making you peer over to your back. You were met with Yeonjun's fucked-out gaze.

"Need to feel you," Yeonjun shuts his eyes as he pushes slowly.

"W-wait! I can't! Ahh! Hurts!" You thrashed around, making Soobin moan with the pressure.

"S-stay still, y/n!" Soobin hugs you closer to him, "We will all get hurt, stay still, fuck," his abs clenched with how stimulated he was. He signaled Yeonjun to continue pushing in.

Your mouth latches on Soobin's shoulder, biting on his open skin.

"Fuck!" They shouted in unison. Soobin felt the sting of your teeth sinking into his skin, but he tried to endure it. Yeonjun, on the other hand, felt how tight it was inside you.

The two males stilled for a while. Letting you get used to their sizes. Their shafts aren't a joke. Girthy. Long. Thick. Something that would definitely stretch out a tiny pussy like yours.

"'m sorry, angel, sorry..." Yeonjun whispers while he caresses your waist. Soobin planted kisses on the top of your head, your teeth are no longer sunken in his shoulder. But you felt weak between them. Your small and frail body looks like a paper stuck between two big books.

"B-bin, move. S-slowly please," you pleaded as you looked up at him.

His gaze softens as he looks at you. "Why do you have to beg so prettily? I might cum just looking at you," he says, catching his lower lip between his teeth. He then raised your leg once again and started to move slowly. His grunts, your whimpers, and the squelching sound resonate inside his room.

"Angel, who thought that selling a mere sandwich would end up with you being sandwiched between me and Soobin, hm? So fucking good," Yeonjun grunts as he starts to thrust from behind. "You're so tight, baby, fuck."

Soobin tried his very best to stay as quiet as possible, just letting small yet slutty moans, whines, and whimpers. The friction he felt from your wet pussy and Yeonjun's length at the same time was too much for him. He knows he won't last long, but he silently challenged himself not to cum yet.

"You're so greedy, princess. Look at you taking two cocks at the same time. Greedy and dirty."

"My angel is such a whore. A cock slut," Yeonjun snickers, grunting afterwards when he thrusts again.

"Tight virgin pussy."

Their words made you dizzy. Dizzy enough to unconsciously chant their names alternately. Your hands are flying everywhere, clawing and clutching anything within reach as they litter your body with a lot of red marks.

"Please please please wanna cum, please I wanna cum!"

"Oh, you're asking for permission?" Soobin questioned.

"Fuck, are you into begging, pretty?" Yeonjun grunts behind.

"P-please let me cum, I'm gonna-- please!"

You yelped when you end up squirting because of how they simultaneously thrust inside, making you feel stimulated.

"What a dirty girl, for real," Yeonjun sighs, kissing your shoulder.

"Wanna cum inside her, hyung," Soobin was gripping the plush of your thigh as he continuously thrust.

"N-no! Please! I'm not taking a p-pill!"

"Please baby, we'll take care of you, we promise," Yeonjun's hand wrapped around your neck, his thrusts becoming more sloppy.

"Please, wanna fill you. Wanna fill you so bad with my cum," Soobin's nails dug on your skin as he held your thigh tightly.

Yeonjun's grip on your neck made your mind cloudy, and you nodded at whatever they were saying. Not sure about what you were agreeing to.

"H-hold it, Bin, i-i'm close too."

You were a moaning mess. Dizzy, mind hazy, eyes cloudy. Your body was limping as you felt hot liquid spurting inside you, along with guttural moans and deep grunts coming from the two males.

"Sorry," you heard them apologize and slowly pull out before your eyes flutter.

Maybe this gift could be the best thing you ever receive in your entire life.

And a cleanly wrapped small box was sitting on the edge of Soobin's table.

@binniesbooks 2024

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Best bridesmaid ever

Summary: You always dreamed of letting your dirtiest fantasies become reality. Your bridesmaid makes it happen.

Prompt filled for: @anyfandomgoesbingo: Square 16: Bachelor (ette) party

Pairing: fem!Reader x Nick Fowler, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Warnings: consensual non-con/dub-con, 18+ only, fake attack, implied kidnapping, gangbang, multiple partners, taking turns, unprotected sex, smut, doggy style, pussy slapping, creampie, oral male rec, titty fuck, cum play, anal sex, voyeurism, mentions of sex tape, mentions of callboys/prostitution, masturbation, lies, dark!fic, plot twist, open ending

Words: 4,1 k

Please read the warnings before reading the story. The story contains triggering content.

The room is crowded with your best friends. Your bachelorette party is in full swing. Still, you’re not in a cheery mood. This should be one of your best days, but it isn’t.

You put on a fake smile and try to not ruin the night for your friends too.

“Naughty, naughty,” you giggle as you unpack your best friend’s gift. She gifted you a bunny vibrator. “I will marry to have a dick around, you know.”

“A boring dick fucking you all vanilla,” she winks at you. “This is for emergencies.”

You sigh, deeply. Penelope isn’t wrong. You can’t deny that you are bored most of the time you have sex with your fiancé. He doesn’t put much effort into satisfying your needs but is a nice guy.

“You need a good fuck before you marry that boring loser,” she smirks darkly, making the others chuckle. You roll your eyes at her comment. Yes, your fiancé is boring and all vanilla, but you love him.

“That is enough,” you get up and glare at Penelope. “I know you are jealous of my relationship but that’s no reason to talk like that about him. Especially not at my bachelorette party.”

“Bitch,” she gets up to push you toward the couch. “I should take my gift and leave.” You frown deeply. Pennie never talked like that to you before.

“Maybe it’s time to teach her some manners.” You gasp as five masked men storm into the living room. They get guns out and aim them at your friends. “Come over here, little bride.” One of them aims his gun at you. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

You whimper but slowly move toward the man. He smirks and grabs your arm to drag you out of the room. “Guys, we got the honey pot. Let’s start the party!”

More men stream into the room. They pounce on your friends, but four of them follow the one dragging you with him out of the room.

“Party time,” the man purrs in your ear. He tugs his gun away and rips your dress open. “Look at this, my friends.”

“Who are you?” You try to wiggle in his grip and slap against his shoulders. ”Get off me, bastard!”

You hear your friends; they scream and holler as the man guides you toward the bedroom at the house you rented for your bachelorette party.

“Oh, sunshine,” the man purrs and dips his head as you try to find a way to escape and save your friends. “We will get inside of you, all of us. You are fair game for our cocks.”

This must be a nightmare. The men slam the door shut, locking it as you tremble under their gazes.

“I want her cunt first,” the man throws your ruined dress over his shoulder. He smirks and cups his crotch when you try to cover yourself. “You can take the lingerie off on your own, or I’ll rip it down your ass.”

Your eyes round when the men unbuckle their belts in sync. You sniffle and shake your head.

“Last warning, sunshine,” the first guy taunts, and steps toward you to grasp for your bra and rip it open. “You’ll see, if you follow orders tonight, you’ll not get hurt. Now, panties off.”

You shake your head, and he sighs deeply.

“Fine, turn around then,” he grabs your neck, holding your throat in a tight grip. You slap him and try to scratch him, but you end up on the bed, face first. “Fuck me, that’s a naughty whore.”

The man grips your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a better look at your crotchless panties. “I guess she’ll get fucked with her panties on, guys.”

“Hurry the fuck up, Hansen,” one of the other guys finally speaks. “I got a raging hard-on and don’t want to go for the bridesmaids. I want to ruin the bride.”

“Please…don’t,” you choked out a whimper when Hansen moves his hands over your ass. His hand slip between your legs to part your pussy lips. He hums as your slick covers his fingers. “I’m going to marry.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Hansen slaps your pussy, once, twice, three times. “You will stay like this and wait for my cock to fill this needy hole. And after I’m done with your hole, my friends will have a go too.”

All you can do is bite the cushion and close your eyes. If this is a bad dream, you will wake soon and go back to your life.

“Shit, look at that perfect pussy,” one of the other men says. He slaps your ass, making it sting as it feels like it’s made of metal. “Thank me when I compliment you.”

“Barnes, relax,” a third guy grunts. “She will take your dick soon enough. I want to know if Hansen is all talk or if he can fuck like a stallion.”

“You hear the other three men step closer to the bed. They unzip their pants, and you sniffle again hearing the guy named Hansen unzip his pants too. His cock slaps against your pussy lips seconds later, making your body go stiff.

“Get away from me,” you scream and try to crawl away, but Hansen grabs your legs and drags you toward the edge of the bed. He grasps for your arms, holding them behind your back.

“Give me the handcuffs,” Hansen grunts. “I gotta tame that beast of a mare. She’ll feel me in her bones for days and maybe her ass too.”

He restraints your wrists behind your back, smirking as you sniffle silently.

“Relax that cunt,” he purrs and runs his erection up and down your slit. “It’s a nice little cunt, and I’d hate ruining it.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” you plea. “I’ll do anything you want to.”

He teases your entrance with the wide head, smirking as you try to wiggle away. Hansen slams home in one go, showing no mercy. You are soaked, and it helps to take his huge cock.

“Aw, there we go, sunshine. Can you feel your tight little cunt pulsing around my cock?” He grabs your restrained hands, and slowly starts rocking his hips.

The other men groan hearing tiny whimpers leave your lips. You hear one of them shuffle behind you. He steps next to Hansen to watch him ruin your cunt.

Hansen roughly fucks into you; he groans and drops his hands to slap your ass with both hands. His arms suddenly wrap around your body to bring you upright. He cups your tits, squeezing the plush flesh painfully hard.

You wiggle again and try to buck him off, but it’s no use. He ruts into you and taunts you with love confession. “I’m gonna marry this cunt, guys. It’s official, I’m in love.”

“Get off me,” you choke out a moan. He’s a bastard, but damn him, his cock hits that spot making you keen with deadly accuracy.

“No can do, sunshine,” he purrs and wraps one hand around your throat. You are helpless in his arms and can only watch one of the other men crawl onto the bed. He winks at you before kneeling on the bed to give your exposed cunt a few kitten licks.

“How does she taste, Rogers,” the man slapping your ass earlier asks. “I bet she tastes like a whore. Our whore.”

“Shut up, Barnes,” the man licking your cunt grunts. He kneels in front of you to grope your tit. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you too, doll. Maybe missionary so you must watch me claim your body.”

“Mirror,” Hansen grunts. His thrusts become sloppy and you only hope he won’t cum inside of you. “Now!”

Two more men come into your vision. They rip the curtains hanging opposite the bed down, revealing an oversized wall mirror.

“Watch yourself get ruined, sunshine,” Hansen tightens his hold on your throat. He pushes into you, always hitting your G-spot now. You don’t recognize the woman in the mirror.

She looks like a whore getting railed by the masked man. Drool runs down your chin, and your eyes are glassy. “Fuck…no…nggh…” You try to hold the tidal wave back. The last thing you want is to gush all over the bastard’s cock.

“That’s you, sunshine,” he tilts your head to kiss you roughly. The mask scratches your face, but the worst is, that you tighten around his length, milking him dry. You sniffle, and whimper feeling his seed fill your abused cunt. “One done, Y/N. Four more to go. And after we all had our fill, we will start all over again.”

He laughs at your shocked face and pushes you off him. You land on the bed with a loud thud, fearing you won’t survive the night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” the man named Rogers grabs you by your neck and forces you to kneel on the bed. “I want to fuck those tits first.”

“Kneel on the ground for your new husband,” Hansen grabs your arm and pushes you to the ground. You struggle to kneel with your hands still bound behind your back. “Good little cockslut.”

“Perfect,” Rogers smirks as you try to slowly move away from him. “None of this now.” He walks around you to slap his hands between your legs. He scoops a large amount of Hansen’s cum, humming as you whimper at the slightest touch.

Rogers hurriedly faces you again to smear the cum all over your tits. He hums a melody while playing with your nipples. “Rogers loves a good titty fuck,” Hansen kneels behind you to slap your ass. “Be good, and he will shoot his load before your tits are sore.”

“I—” You shake your head but have no choice but to let the man named Rogers roughly grip your chin. He smears Hansen’s cum all over your lips before greedily kissing you.

“Let me fuck those tits, doll,” he purrs and pushes his cock between your tits. He cups your plush flesh, pressing them together as he starts rocking his hips. You drop your head and watch his cock moving between your tits. Your mouth opens and you lick over his tip when he moves closer to your face. “That’s it. Be good for me.”

“Fuck those tits faster, I want her to suck me off, or her ass,” another man grabs the back of your neck. “Lick his dick, now.”

“Shit, Fowler,” the man fucking your tits grunts. “Yes, that’s so much hotter.”

“Fowler is a kinky bastard,” the last man laughs. “Wait for my cock, sweetness, Levinson will split all of your holes and ruin you forever.”

“Shut up,” Barnes grunts. He gets his dick out to run his gloved hand up and down his length.

Rogers moves his hips faster. “I want to fuck her pussy now.”

Your eyes widen at Rogers’ words. Before you can react his cock slips out from between your tits, and you get thrown onto the bed. He immediately crawls between your legs, spreading you with his hips. “Yeah, that’s how you will watch me fuck you, doll.”

Rogers impales you with one forceful thrust. He ignores that you try to wiggle your hips or that you call him a bastard. He silences your protests with his lips, almost smothering you as he starts rocking his hips. “You’re ours from now on. Not a bride but our whore.”

His lips move down to your neck, and lower to your tits. He bites your nipple, forcing a scream to tear from your throat. Rogers is a cruel lover. He bites and nips at your plush flesh, leaving marks as he fucks you deep and hard.

He speeds up with every squeak leaving your lips. Your eyes roll back as he suddenly grabs your hips to slightly lift your hips. Rogers holds you in a tight grip while violating your pulsing cunt.

“Shit, did you see that?” Barnes growls. “She gushed all over his cock like a whore.”

His load shoots into you right after you clenched around him like the whore they turned you into. “That’s it, doll. Now you know the drill.”

Rogers pulls out, leaving you tainted and panting for the next man to use you. “On your belly, ass up,” Fowler doesn’t give you the chance to take a breath. He flips you over, forces you on your hands and knees, and is on you before you can react.

Not that you’d be able to fight him.

“What do you say, Barnes?” Fowler runs his hands up and down your trembling thighs. “Ass and mouth? Let’s fill her from both ends.”

You moan but bite your tongue. Fowler slaps your ass, grunts, and calls you a slut as you dared to make a noise.

“Shut up, you don’t have a say in this,” he mocks you. “This body is ours to use. Now talking back.”

He opens the handcuffs. Fowler takes his time, gently kneading the pain out of your skin. “Barnes?”

“Mouth,” Barnes grunts. “I hope she’s good at sucking dick. I dreamed of having her lips wrapped around my dick.”

“More ass for me,” Fowler laughs as you hold your breath. “Relax, sweetness. This ass will love my cock. It’s made to take it.”

You nod and tap the bed twice. Fowler immediately grabs you by your hips to press his crotch into your ass. He grinds into you while Barnes takes off his clothes.

Barnes lies on his side, lazily stroking his cock. He watches Fowler push your face into Barnes’ crotch, smirking as you eagerly rub your face into his pubic hair. “Good little whore,” he praises. “Now open up for Bucky.”

“Barnes!” Fowler hisses. “We said no first names!”

“Fuck you! I want her to suck my dick, not for you to complain again. Get your dick inside her ass and let me and my pretty doll have some fun!” Barnes gently pats your head, encouraging you to relax and open your mouth for him.

You move a little closer to Barnes and press your knees and the palms of your hands into the mattress.

Barnes watches the man behind you open a bottle of lube. He grunts as you shyly glance at his erection. “All for you, doll.” He lazily strokes his cock, waiting for Fowler to make his move. “I bet you will look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Heat creeps into your cheeks at his praise. You dart your tongue out to lick over the wide heat. He shudders feeling your tongue touch his sensitive tip.

“Stop playing around,” Fowler pushes against your shoulders to press your face into Barnes’ crotch. “Swallow his cock while I shove mine into your tight little arsehole.”

“Hey, she was so good to me,” Barnes complains loudly. “Right doll. You wanted to suck me good.”

“She’ll be even better with my cock up her ass.” You hear a commotion in the room. The fifth man, Levinson barks orders at Hansen and Rogers. You blend his voice out and only listen to Fowler who lubes one finger to play with your tightest hole. “Such a nice little hole for me to use.”

You whimper and bite your lower lip. It’s a new sensation feeling Fowler’s finger push into your tightest hole. He groans behind you. “Did you ever take it up your ass?” He taunts while moving his finger in and out. “I bet you didn’t.”

“Who’s toying with her now,” Barnes snaps at Fowler. “She’s a big girl and can take it. Right, doll?” He purrs the pet name. “You want him to fuck this naughty hole.”

For a moment, the room was silent. All eyes are on you, and the men watch you slowly nod.

They don’t need to know that you’re about to fulfill your darkest desires. The ones no one else could fulfill.

“I knew she was going to take all of me,” Fowler slaps your ass. You squeak and lean over Barnes’ crotch to lick over the head. He holds his cock in a tight grip, offering it to you like a present. “Now, open up for Barnes while I stretch that hole.”

Barnes cups the back of your neck and holds his cock with his free hand. He guides you down his cock, slow but his hold on your neck is tight enough to tell you he won’t accept refusal.

“Slow, doll,” Barnes moves his hand to the back of your neck. He pats you and purrs your name. “I’ll help you do it right.” He pushes your head into his crotch, forcing you to swallow him whole.

“Yeah, he’s good at guidance,” you choke around Barnes's cock. He smirks as you struggle to breathe right. “I’m better, though.”

You let Barnes guide your head up and down his length, ignoring the other men growling your name, along with profanities. You’re too far gone. Body and soul tainted by the men using you for their pleasure, you’re ruined and know it.

Fowler grips your waistline, fingertips digging into your flesh. He lubes his cock, groaning as his eyes drop to your well-fucked cunt. Rogers and Hansen’s cum runs out of your abused hole. “What a good whore you are for all of us.”

“Fuck her already, I’m still waiting for my turn,” it’s Levinson who raises his voice. “If not, I’ll take over and rip that tight little hole open.”

“Get fucked,” Fowler loses his patience. He grips your ass to spread your ass cheeks. Fowler spits onto the crack of your ass, huffing as Levinson steps toward the bed to watch you suck Barnes’ dick. You bob your head, desperate to feel his cum on your tongue.

The pressure you feel the moment Fowler pushes his cock into your tightest hole is something you’ve never felt before. He slowly moves back and forth, still, it’s a wide and uncomfortable stretch. You hear him groan and feel his hands grip your hips to push all the way in.

“Shit, she’s stuffed to the brim,” Hansen comments. He watches Barnes and Fowler use you to their liking, griping his cock to jerk off. “I could go for another round when you are done, guys. Her ass looks inviting.”

“I bet,” Fowler pants as he gives you shallow thrusts, “she stretched that perfect hole with a plug. Right, babycakes. You knew I’m into fucking ass.”

You moan around Barnes’ cock, unable to answer Fowler’s question. You’re their sex toy to use, and nothing else. You can’t move your head, because Barnes guides you up and down his length while Fowler thrusts into your ass.

They work in unison as if they had done this a hundred times before. Their cocks fill your holes, pushing as deep as possible and you get lost in your darkest fantasy. You close your eyes and let yourself fall.

“She’s there, in her little headspace, fuck,” Rogers’ says. “Slow down, make her feel all of it.” He dips his head to watch Fowler stretch your arsehole. “Make her hole gape. I want to go for a ride later too.”

“Shut up, Rogers,” Levinson barks. He stares at your naked form trapped between the others. Levinson is ready to drag them off you to get his turn, but he will wait and have the grand finale. “It’s my turn first!”

“Shit…I’m gonna cum,” you groan around Barnes. He cups the back of your neck again, holding you still when his cum shoots down your throat. “She’s perfect…” He slips out of your mouth, letting you breathe.

You don’t have time to think about his cum on your tongue. Fowler pushes against your shoulders, holding you down to rut into you. His cock slams into your tight hole. You whimper and beg him to slow down, but he won’t. Fowler is determined to fill you up.

“Butterfly?” Levinson asks, and you shake your head. “You’re such a good girl. We never had someone taking it like you did.”

“Please.”

Fowler grabs your hips. He shoves himself as deep as possible inside your ass and stills his hips. He comes with a shout of your name and slaps your ass with both hands.

It’s over as fast as it began. Fowler slips out of you and pushes your broken body onto the bed. You whimper but believe they will give you a break.

“Aw, butterfly, it’s my turn now,” you groan feeling another pair of hands grab your body. The man drags you off the bed and places you on the ground. “Hansen, help me.”

“I’m not your fucking sidekick,” Hansen grunts.

“I told you,” Levinson growls and points at you on the ground, “help me. I want to give her the best. My cum!”

“Fine, fine…” Hansen pushes a pillow under your head. He spreads your legs and presents your cum-leaking pussy to Levinson. “Satisfied?”

“Not yet,” Levinson steps toward your trembling body. He looks down at your naked form, smirking darkly as you stare up at him. The man is just like you, stark naked. “I hope you are ready for me, butterfly.”

You lick your lips, still tasting Barnes’ cum on your tongue. “Yeah…” you whimper and wait for his move.

“Good girl.”

Levinson grips his massive cock. He looks you in the eyes and starts stroking his cock. Moans leave this beautiful man’s lips as he stares at you. His grip tightens around his cock, and he fists himself faster.

Levinson has been on the edge since the moment his eyes landed on you. He wildly jerks his hips and imagines how your cunt will feel around his cock.

“Y/N,” he shouts your name and paints your body with his cum.

The moment his cream ends up on your skin, your body sizes up, and you cum untouched, whimpering as you don’t know what just happened.

“Guys, that was awesome,” Penelope coos. She smirks as the men she hired to spice the party up get dressed. “We all enjoyed your service.”

“Anytime, ma’am,” one of the callboys she paid to give your bridesmaids a good time says.

“I hope the bride got her money’s worth too,” Penelope giggles. “Five men giving her all she ever wanted. Phew…”

“Five men?” The callboy asks. “Ma’am. Every man you hired is within this room. We don’t know the others. We thought you hired someone else for the bride.”

“What?” Penelope stutters. “No. I only called you. I—I didn’t hire anyone else…”

You wake on a soft mattress. A silky nightgown covers your sore body. “Morning, sunshine,” Hansen greets you with a wink. He took the mask off, revealing the mustache you felt more than once against your clit last night. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Penelope outdid herself hiring you,” you grin. “You followed the script. I really enjoyed all of you and your service.”

You roll to your side to watch Barnes sip on his coffee. “You too, Barnes.”

“Bucky, doll,” he winks at you. “I think after I fucked all of your holes you can call me Bucky.”

“I hope Penelope paid you well. This was…phew…” you sit up to look around the room. You frown, as you are not at the bedroom of the house you rented for your bachelorette party. “Where are we?”

“Oh, that,” Nick Fowler laughs. “You see, we are not the callboys your little friend hired. We kind of hijacked your party to get back at your fiancé.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, we got the script and the guys your friend hired to fuck you gave us all the information we needed.”

“I don’t understand,” you gape at Steve who steps inside the room. He holds the script you handed to Penelope before she hired the callboys in his hands.

“Your fiancé fucked with the wrong person, so we wanted to fuck him over but,” Ari laughs at your shocked expression. “Imagine our surprise when we found out that you wanted to fuck some callboys and send your fiancé the video.”

“He cheated on me,” you snap at Ari. “He never made me cum and dared to cheat on me. I wanted to fulfill my fantasies and get back at him at the same time!”

“I knew I liked her!” Lloyd exclaims. “See, we should do her a favor and send the tape to her now ex-fiancé. He’ll freak out, but she’s safe with us.”

“What?” You huff as the men start chatting about your fiancé, how you came on their cocks, and anything in between. “Guys, where are we?”

“We brought you somewhere safe,” Ari says and turns his attention back toward his coffee. “Don’t worry, butterfly. We like you, and will always make you cum. Just relax, lean back, and enjoy how we dismantle your ex…”

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[sluts4matt]

Hey could you write something about you being the new neighbor bc you’re doing au pair and Chris comes to talk to you and it leads you going to his house one day and you guys fuck? Thanks

HELLO NEIGHBOR

pairing: rough!dom chris x latina!reader

summary: meeting a cute boy with brown hair and blue eyes when you moved to LA wasn't a part of your bingo card. you had absolutely no regrets though, especially when your new friendship takes a turn.

warnings: SMUT, oral (male and female receiving), teasing, pet names (use of ma and princess), dry humping, fingering, dumbification, choking, and degrading, praising if you squint, p in v (wrap it up ladies and gents), overstimulation, dacryphilia

word count: 3172

authors note: i strayed off the path a little bit, but i tried to keep the main point

music blared from your earbuds as you went to the moving truck to redeem more of your items from it. you almost didn't notice the attractive male that walked up behind you.

the boy tapped you shoulder, startling you. you turned around and was meant with a sheepish smile as you pulled an ear bud from your ear. "hello?" you smiled in confusion.

"sorry for scaring you," he laughed. you couldn't help the immediate swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

"it's okay," you smile, "can i help you?"

"i was just wondering if i could help you with your things." he said, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head.

"oh," you squeak, a nervous smile grazing your lips. "um, yeah, sure," you said as you turned back to the truck. the boy followed.

"i'm chris, by the way," he smiled, looking down at the ground as he walked. "oh, i'm y/n," you say, earning a hum in return. "that's a pretty name," he spoke up, grabbing the box you were about to grab.

"thanks," you blushed, turning away quickly.

the rest of the process went smoothly, small talk was made as well as a couple of jokes here and there. once you were done, chris gives you his number, swearing the two of you have to become friends.

"text me some time," he smiled, walking away and leaving you a flustered mess.

only a month had passed but yours and chris' friendship seemed to be blossoming quickly. currently, you were heading downstairs. chris had stated he needed to talk to you and that it was urgent.

so here you were, rushing over to his house in nothing but some pajama shorts and an oversized hoodie. you rang the doorbell and was greeted by one of his brothers, "where's chris?" you ask.

"his room," the boy states, "thanks nick," you smile, going down to chris' room. "chris?" you question, knocking on the door. "took you long enough," he sighed, swinging the door open.

you were pulled into the room by your sweater, the door shutting behind you. "what's so urgent?" you ask, crossing your arms. "oh," chris nervously laughs, scratching the nape of his neck.

"chris," you say, "i was bored," he stated sheepishly, a pink hue spreading across his face. you stared at him for a moment your eyes narrowing. "i... was just getting ready to go to bed," you said slowly, a blush creeping up on your face.

"and now you can sleep here," he shrugged, not realizing his words until your cheeks grew pinker. the tips of your ears turned pink as you cleared your throat, hoping to clear some of the not so innocent thoughts that clouded your mind at the current time.

"um," you squeaked, clearing your throat. "uh," you tried again. chris stared at you, waiting for you to say something. "sorry, what?" you said, blinking. you were ashamed that the only thing you could see when you looked at him was his hands around your throat.

"do you wanna play a game?" chris asks, changing the topic. you gulp, nodding. "cool," he grins, walking over to his play station turning it on. he sat on the edge of his bed, patting the seat next to him.

"what are we playing?" you ask, sitting down next to him. "fifa, maybe? or just some mortal combat," he suggests. "mortal combat, maybe?" it was game you were familiar with, so therefore you hoped it would distract you.

you had no idea how wrong you were. "i'm gonna kick you ass," you giggle as he clicks the game, "yeah, okay, ma," he stated, sending a shiver down your spine. "i'm a fucking master at this game," he laughed, not noticing your change of posture.

"prove it," you challenged, your voice low. he smirked, looking at you. he noticed the shift in your behavior and it only boosted his ego. "i'm gonna beat your ass at this game, princess," he smirked.

you shivered.

"are you cold?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his face as he tilted his head. you were absolutely fucked. "n-no," you stutter, clearing your throat.

he clicked a few more buttons, handing you a controller. "ready, princess?" he asked. your breathing quickened. you nodded, gripping the controller in your hands.

you couldn't even remember when you had died, let alone how many times you had died. all you knew was chris had a hand wrapped around your throat at the very moment, pressing your body into his mattress as he hovered over you.

"you think i wouldn't notice, huh?" he cooed, his thumb caressing your throat. "what were you thinking 'bout in that pretty head of yours hmm?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"n-nothing," you mumbled, his hand squeezing the sides of your neck. "nothing? then why were you so distracted, ma?" he asked, his eyes scanning your body.

"was thinking about-" you cut yourself off. you couldn't admit that to him, could you?

"about what, ma?" he pushed, his knee sliding between your thighs. a whimper left your lips as you bucked your hips against his leg, desperate for any sort of relief. he caught on, pushing his knee up into you clothed cunt, the thin fabric you have covering it not doing much for you.

"chris," you moan, your hands reaching to grip the hem of his hoodie.

"c'mon, ma, use those pretty words," he smiled innocently, grinding his knee into your cunt. "y-your hands," you breathed, tears welling up in your eyes from the heat building in your stomach. "that's what's got you so riled up?" he asks, running his hand down from the base of your neck to your right boob.

he cupped the mound, squeezing. a soft whimper left your lips, "fuck chris," you squeak, in warning. he pulls his knee back, your hips following him as a needy whine leaves your mouth.

"so pathetic, about to cum on my knee," he tsked, his hand trailing up to your chin, his pointer finger and thumb grabbing ahold of your chin and forcing you to look at him. "chris," you whine, a huff leaving your lips.

"don't get all bitchy," he scoffed, squeezing your jaw. "don't wanna see that bratty behavior." he added, a small smile tugging at his lips. you were a mess underneath him and he took pride in that, knowing he was the reason for your current state.

"c'mon ma, use those big girl words and tell me what you want," he said, his grip on your jaw loosening as his hand ran down to the bottom of your hoodie. his fingers dipped in the waistband of your shorts, smirking at how loose they were.

"please touch me," you begged, your fingers tugging at his hoodie. a chuckle left his mouth as he dipped his fingers past the hem of your shorts and into your underwear. a small sigh left his lips when he felt the wet spot that had formed in your panties.

"so fucking wet," he said, pulling his hand out and bringing his hand to his lips, licking the pad of his middle finger. you whined at the lack of contact, your eyes fluttering shut.

"keep 'em open, sweetheart," he smirked, pushing the fabric to the side. you felt the bed dip before a small gasp left your mouth when his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking harshly.

"oh god," you moan, arching your back off the bed. your hand went to grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white as he ate you out like a starving man.

"fuck," he groaned, the vibrations making your head spin. he slipped his index finger into your cunt, pumping the digit slowly. he curled his finger, a moan falling from his lips as he watched your mouth fall open.

"feels so good," you moan, bucking your hips. chris used his free hand to push your hips into the bed, holding you still as he sped up his actions. a second finger was added and chris started to move his fingers quicker. the wet noises of your cunt could be heard, adding onto the dirty sounds of chris eating you out.

"gonna cum," you breathe, the heat in the pit of your stomach growing. a third finger was added, causing you to arch your back. "don't stop," you begged, a high-pitched whine leaving your mouth.

a muffled 'never' could be heard from him. "fuck, so good," you praised, feeling your climax grow closer. chris pulled back, a string of spit and slick connecting his mouth and your cunt. "gonna be a good girl and cum for me?" he asks, his fingers hitting a spongy spot.

"fuck," you squeal, "fuck, mhm," you babbled, clenching around his fingers. your legs shook, "right there," you cry, his tongue lapping at your clit as he fingered you. "such a good little slut," he praised, watching as your orgasm crashed into you.

you squirted on his face, a gasp leaving your lips. chris lapped up the juices, his fingers pumping slower, allowing you to come down from your high. "so beautiful," he cooed, placing a soft kiss on your clit, causing you to twitch.

"wanna suck you off," you whine, a desperate plea leaving your lips. chris nodded, getting up and kneeling beside the bed. you sat up, scooting forward.

you pulled his sweats and briefs down, his hard cock springing out. pre-cum was already leaking out of the tip, the vein on the underside of his cock bulging. "so pretty," you praised, running your finger along the vein, collecting the pre-cum.

he let out a small his, tangling his hand in your hair. "pretty little cockwhore," he cooed, pulling on your hair. a moan left your mouth, "so eager for my cock, aren't ya?" he asks, rubbing the head of his cock along your lips.

"so pretty," he smiled, pushing his dick into your mouth. a whine left your mouth as he slid his cock further into your mouth. a small groan left his lips as he reached the back of your throat, a small gag leaving your mouth.

"you were made for my cock," he groaned, thrusting his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. a few tears sprung from the corners of your eyes, but nothing other than pleasure could be seen on your face.

"gonna make me cum down that pretty throat, huh?" you hummed, looking up a him through your lashes. "so good with that pretty mouth," he praised, making a makeshift ponytail. your scalp burned as he his grip tightened.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock. a moan left his mouth, the noise sounding absolutely wrecked. "fuck," he breathed, his chest heaving.

you looked absolutely filthy; mascara and eyeliner littered tears running down your cheeks, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, eyes half lidded, and chris' cock shoved down your throat. he loved it.

he could feel the heat in his stomach grow, his orgasm nearing. a muffled whine left your mouth as he pushed your head down, "such a pretty cum slut," he moaned, the vibrations around his cock making him groan.

he came down your throat, the warm substance filling your mouth. his grip loosened and he pulled out of your mouth. his cum dripped from the sides of your mouth, mixing with the drool.

you swallowed the milky substance, sitting up on your knees.

chris looked down at you, a smile tugging on his lips, "such a good little slut," he praises, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the remnants of his cum from the corners of your mouth.

he sat down on the bed pressing his lips to yours, as he pulled you to his lap. he broke the kiss to slide your hoodie up your body, reconnecting his lips to yours.

his hands rested on the skin of your ass that the fabric of your shorts didn't cover, kneading the flesh with his hands. a moan left your mouth when chris moved his lips down to your neck, leaving purple and red marks.

"chris," you breathed, grinding your hips into his. "wanna wreck you," he breathed, his grip tightening. "please," you begged, a desperate plead. he stood, dropping you onto his bed. "ass up," he instructed, smacking your thigh.

you got onto your hands and knees, chris stripping his hoodie and shirt. he got onto his knees behind you, pulling your shorts down. a groan left his mouth as he pulled them down, your juices sticking to the fabric. "such a pretty pussy," he moaned, his thumb tracing over your cunt.

a shaky moan left your lips, a needy whine following, "chris, please," you pleaded. chris chuckled, his hand rubbing your ass. a yelp left your mouth when his hand met the flesh of your ass.

a moan slipped past your lips, the burn from the slap going straight to your cunt. "such a needy slut," he cooed.

"you look so pretty with my handprint on that pretty ass of yours," he praised, grabbing the globes of your ass and massaging them. a choked moan left your mouth as he lined his tip up with your cunt.

chris grabbed his shaft, tapping the head of his dick on your clit. he watched the way you clenched around nothing, his eyes rolling back. "so wet," he whispered, slowly pushing his cock into your cunt. a moan left his mouth as he sunk into you, bottoming out.

"fuck," you whine, burying your head into his pillow. "fuck," chris mimicked, his hand moving your hair to the side. "such a pretty little cockslut," he smirked, slowly pulling his hips back. you chased his hips, pushing your ass back.

"fuck yourself," he ordered, one of his hands going to the headboard while the other goes to your back. you nodded, starting to rock your hips. soft moans left your mouth, as you bounced your ass back.

you sped up, the coil in the pit of your stomach growing tight. you cried out when you hit your g-spot, the noise making chris snap. he pulled out, flipping you over and putting your legs over his shoulders.

he lined his cock up and thrusted back in. a scream left your mouth, his pace immediately brutal. "so good for me," he praised, his hand wrapping around your throat. his other hand rested on the bed beside you, helping him balance as his pace didn't slow.

"fuck," you choked, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "so pretty," he breathed, his grip on your neck tightening. the coil in your stomach snapped, the air in your lungs being knocked out as you squirted.

"such a good girl," chris praised, not stopping his thrusts. a loud whine left your lips as you reached down to his wrist, pulling his hand away from your throat. he got the memo, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pinned them above your head. he leaned down to kiss you, your legs pushing further against your body, causing him to hit deeper.

"oh, god," you moaned, breaking the kiss. "right there," you choked, tears rolling down your face. chris smirked, hitting the spot again. "right there, ma?" he teased, earning a weak nod from you.

chris loved the sight below him. your eyes rolled back, lips slightly parted, hair a mess. a few tears running down your cheeks. "such a pretty little slut," he groaned, "mmm," you moaned out pathetically in response, earning a smirk from chris.

"what was that ma?" he asked, slamming into your cunt, making a wet sound. "cumming," you squealed, your body going limp. there wasn't a thought in your brain other than the way chris felt inside of you currently.

"cumming?" he asked, his smirk turning cocky. "such a slut, cumming on my cock, what twice? and i haven't even came once," he tsked. a pathetic whine left your lips. he let go of one of your hands and his free one went down to rub circles on your clit.

"gonna cum on my cock again?" he asked, his voice low. you nodded, not trusting your words. you couldn't even form a coherent sentence if you wanted to. the only thing on your mind was his cock.

"so cute," he cooed, "all dumb for my cock," he smirked, his hips starting to stutter. his words sent you over the edge, your legs shaking as you came again. a loud whine left your mouth. "such a dumb slut hmm," he asked, a groan leaving his lips.

"mhm," you hummed, tears rolling down your face. "so pretty," he praised, his hand moving from your wrist to swipe away some tears. your hands found his back, nails digging in harshly earning a hiss from him.

"oh, god," he groaned, the coil in his stomach growing tighter. "gonna cum in this pretty pussy," he moaned, "fill you up so well." his words earned another pathetic whine from you. "please," you begged, the word leaving your mouth like a prayer.

"yeah?" he asked, his hips beginning to lose rhythm, "want me to cum inside my dumb little slut?" you nodded, a sob leaving your lips. "please," you said again.

"so fuckin' dumb," he groaned, his grip on your thigh tightening. he slammed his lips onto yours, biting your bottom lip as his hips lost their rhythm completely, his cock twitching inside of you as he came. a moan left his mouth as you clenched around him.

he pulled back, his eyes meeting yours, "such a dumb little slut," he chuckled. a smile tugged at his lips as his chest heaved, his body collapsing onto yours. a small gasp left your lips, his cock still buried inside of you.

"such a pretty little cumslut," he cooed, placing a kiss on your cheek. "so dumb," you giggled, making him laugh. "let me clean us up, yeah?" he asked, earning a hum.

he pulled out of you, causing a hiss to leave your mouth. he grabbed a towel from the floor, wiping his dick off before coming back and wiping up your thighs. "so good for me, baby," he smiled, throwing the towel somewhere else in his room.

"can i cuddle you?" you asked, earning a laugh. "i just railed you," he laughed, "you don't have to ask, ma," he chuckled, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over the both of you. he laid next to you, pulling you closer.

"i'm sorry i was mean," he said, you tilted your head, confused, mean, when? "during," he clarified, "oh," you smiled, shaking your head. "i liked it," you laughed.

"good," he stated, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "go to sleep," he added. a yawn escaped your lips, snuggling closer.

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[suugarbabe]

Saving Grace VI

[Chapter 6]

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

word count: ~3.3k

warning: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, smut, slight male overstimulation, 18+ content MDNI

Your heart had never felt so full. Laying on the couch in the common room with Mattheo on top of you, his back to your front as he laid between your legs. His head was resting on your stomach, his arms draped over your thighs as your legs intertwined with his. Soft snores are coming from Mattheo as you continue to trace your fingers through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp. 

You looked over his face, noting the different scars. The one along his right side, that went through his eyebrow and over his cheek, had been there before you met him. He told you he got it the summer before he came to Hogwarts, something about a ‘task his father had challenged him with’ went not quite as planned. You lightly traced it with your thumb and he seemed to unconsciously lean into your touch. 

He had a couple other small scars from nicks and such in fights, but your favorite one was on the bridge of his nose. It really wasn’t quite a scar yet, but you knew it would turn into one eventually. The scab across it was nearly healed, leaving a thick line of pink skin. The week after you two had made it officially official, Adrian had come to bother you again, this time trying to grab you away from Mattheo in the middle of the hall, yanking on your elbow. 

You had seen Mattheo fight plenty of times, but this time it was like all he could see was red and all he wanted was Adrian dead. It took Theo, Draco and Blaise to finally pull them apart. Mattheo came out with just one deep gash on the bridge of his nose, while Adrain was in the hospital wing for a week. Mattheo got a month’s worth of detention, the last of which he served today. 

McGonagall made him reorganize the quidditch locker rooms and their respective closets. It took him nearly all day, hence his exhausted and sleeping figure on top of you. But you didn’t mind, you loved when he was able to be more vulnerable and loved that he felt safe enough to be that way with you. He was always displaying himself as so tough and unbreakable, you often had to remind him that he, too, was merely human and would break if he didn’t allow himself time to relax and recover. 

You were so engrossed with how pretty your boyfriend looked sleeping that you had zoned out, completely forgetting the other people around you. Pansy’s snapping is what finally broke your trance as you looked over to the couch across from you, giving her an apologetic smile. 

“Merlin, you two are so lovesick on each other,” she teased, causing the others to smile along with her. 

“Thank Salazar you finally admitted your feelings for him, I swear we were all going mental just waiting on you two to make it actually official,” Theo stated, lighting a spliff and taking a drag. 

Your face turned into one of confusion, “What do you mean ‘finally admitted my feelings for him’, what are you on about?” 

Draco rolled his eyes, “Cousin told us you guys were faking it.” You went to sit up a little straighter, however Mattheo’s grip on your legs prevented you from moving all together. 

“You mean you all knew it was fake? I mean, it’s not anymore, it hasn’t been for a while, but you all knew in the beginning?” You looked at each one of their faces. Enzo looked guilty, Theo and Draco both wore annoying smirks while Blaise and Pansy just had huge smiles. 

“To be fair, we didn’t know until after your little show at that first party,” Theo wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Still think about it sometim-” he was cut short thankfully by Blaise throwing a pillow at his head. 

Blaise turned to you then, “At first we thought he was just bringing you to the party as his date for the night, you know, like he was known to do. We played games and had a lot of fun. But during your little performance I noticed someone watching the two of you, specifically you, very closely.” 

You rolled your eyes, his name coming out like a grumble from your mouth, “You mean Adrian.” 

Blaise couldn’t help the slight smirk on his face, “Precisely. So, the next morning, when we were all a little more sober, I decided to ask Mattheo what was going on.” 

“At first he tried to deny everything, saying it was just for the night or whatever, but I could see right through it,” Draco pipped in. “Eventually, he told us how Adrian was being a proper creep and you asked for his help -”

Enzo interrupted him, “And Matty boy was talking about you for months before that.” The rest of the group seemed to nod in agreement. 

You couldn’t help the look of shock on your face, “W-what are you guys talking about? Months before?”

Blaise smiled at you, “That’s right sweetheart.” You looked back down at Mattheo’s sleeping form, admiration clear on your face. You traced your thumb over the apple of his cheek and he stirred slightly. His long eyelashes fluttered open, his voice thick with sleep as he spoke, “You lot talking ‘bout me?” 

A few members of the group laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his hair, “All good things, love.” He grumbled slightly, turning over so he was now laying on his stomach, burying his face into your jumper covered chest. 

“You still sitting with me at the match tomorrow?” Pansy asked excitedly, finally able to have another girl with her to watch the boys play. 

Eyes still closed, Mattheo answered for you, “Course she is, gonna be wearing my spare jersey.” You smiled at Pansy, nodding your head in agreement. 

“And here I thought she’d be wearing mine,” Theo, ever the sass-master, felt the need to interject and quickly regretted it as Mattheo fully opened his eyes. You ran your hand through Mattheo’s curls, essentially soothing him back to a calm state before giving Theo the finger for riling him up.

xx

You wanted to curse whatever founder decided that deep into Scotland was the best location for Hogwarts as you pulled your stocking cap down over your ears. You also wanted to curse whoever decided that quidditch season needed to be in the bloody winter. 

“How the bloody hell do you look so cute but I look like a bundled troll?” Pansy poked the stuffing of her jacket near her stomach. You huffed out a laugh, “Oh please, Pans, we both look like stuffed olives. Green is normally so flattering to me, but right now I feel like a pickle.” 

You and Pansy continued to make comparisons to different green foods back and forth, not being able to contain your laughter as you found your seats in the stands on the Slytherin side. You weren’t sure if it was your relationship status, or if you and Pansy just got lucky, but you managed two front row spots in your house section, giving you the perfect view of the pitch. 

As both teams came out from the locker room tents you joined your fellow students in cheering loudly for green and silver. As members of both teams started doing warm up laps around the pitch, a particularly curly haired captain was hovering right in front of you and you couldn’t contain the grin that spread over your face. 

“Well don’t you look adorable this brisk afternoon, princess,” Mattheo was balancing on his Firebolt, leaning over the banister at the front of the stands. You stood from your seat, leaning closer to him, “I know you love pickles so I figured I’d copy the look to keep you motivated.” 

Mattheo let out a hearty chuckle, “S’that what you think you look like?” You nodded, biting your bottom lip to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face. “Well you’re correct as always love,” Mattheo closed the gap between you two, placing a gentle kiss to your lips that ended far sooner than you wanted, “I love pickles and you look delicious.” 

You giggled slightly as you pushed his shoulder, effectively pushing him farther from you. With a wink he was soaring back down to the ground, meeting Madam Hooch and the other team's captain. As Madam Hooch released the bludgers and the snitch your adrenaline began to rise. When she tossed the quaffle in the air you were off your seat, keeping a close eye on Mattheo as he maneuvered around the pitch. 

Quidditch games were not foreign to you, you’ve even played it a little on holidays with your friends and such, but there was something about watching Mattheo, watching your boyfriend that made it all the more exciting. 

It definitely helped that Mattheo was a wiz at the game, gliding through the air, catching the quaffle like he’d been playing the game since he came out of the womb. He was especially cheeky this game, though, throwing a wink or a point your way every time he scored. 

The game was so exciting and Mattheo managed to pay you so much attention that you nearly forgot that Adrian was also on the team. That is, you forgot until you saw a bludger head straight for Mattheo. Thankfully he saw it and ducked out of the way. 

You followed the path that the bludger came from expecting to see the colors of the opposing team. Your eyes narrowed to slits as you saw Adrian Pucey hovering on his broom, bat in hand and a smirk plastered on his face. 

Adrian had arrogance, that was evident when he made eye contact with you and sent you a wink. You're sure your face was displaying a scowl but you held up both hands with middle fingers for good measure. 

You weren’t sure the game Adrian was playing at, but you knew Mattheo could finish it. After two more goals you saw Adrian smack another bludger, again heading straight towards your boyfriend, whose back was turned. 

You thanked Merlin for Theo as he came bolting towards Mattheo, using his own bat to beat the bludger in a different direction. Mattheo turned around, confused at the commotion as Theo very obviously shouted something at him. 

Mattheo then flew over where Draco had been, who was very obviously on the hunt for the snitch. Draco’s eyes were darting around the sky, searching for any glimpse of gold as he took in whatever words Mattheo was speaking. 

In an instant Draco was off, the Slytherin section erupting into cheers as he presumably found what he was looking for. Mattheo flew over to Theo, exchanging words. Theo nodded his head in understanding. 

The heat of the game was happening but your eyes stayed glued to Mattheo as he flew to the other side of the pitch towards Adrian. Cheers and shouts erupted around you, leading to an understanding that Draco likely caught the snitch and Slytherin had won. 

You watched as Mattheo all but dragged Adrian off his broom and to the tunnel leading from the pitch to the locker rooms. You watch as Mattheo’s fist connects with Adrian’s nose. Everyone else is seemingly distracted by the victory but you can't tear your eyes away from watching Mattheo beat the living shit out of Adrian not ten meters from everyone else. 

When you see Mattheo walk away from a crouching Adrian on the floor and head to the locker rooms you immediately follow, ignoring Pansy’s calls about where you were going. You rushed down the steps of the stands, taking as large of steps as your legs would allow as you reached the opening of the Slytherin locker room tent. 

The locker room was empty as everyone was still on the pitch celebrating. You walk further into the room, hearing a shower running. You shed some of your layers, taking off your hat, scarf, Mattheo’s extra jersey and your thick jumper. You toed off your shoes, pulling your socks along with them. 

The steam from the showers curled around your legs as you entered the shower stalls. When you finally reached him you saw the water at his feet run pink against the tile. You were sure the majority, if not all, was Adrians. You step into the stall, not caring that your clothes were essentially going to get soaked. You placed a tentative hand on his back.

He flinched at first, relaxing quickly into your touch. “What did he say, Matty?” He kept his back to you, doing his best to have a jovial tone, “If you wanted to see me naked again, love, you could’ve just asked. No need to storm the showers.” 

You rubbed your hands up and down his back, massaging his obviously sore muscles, “Mattheo…”

He let out a long sigh as he placed his hands on the wall in front of him. You saw a few cuts on his knuckles that you made note to heal later. “He deserved it,” his voice strained slightly, like just talking about it was making him angry all over again. 

You nodded, though you knew he couldn’t see it, “I’m sure he did, love, but what did he do this time?” 

His muscles tensed again, “It was about you. Had your name in his filthy fucking mouth. He..” Mattheo took another deep breath, you rubbed up and down his back, encouraging him to continue, “Well first he tried to knock me out with two fucking bludgers.” 

“I saw, right coward move if you ask me,” your rested your hands on Mattheo’s shoulders. He placed one of his on top on yours as he continued, “Then when I dragged him down, asking him what his problem was, he started talking about you. Starting saying foul things about you, saying he could have his way with you if he tried hard enough, that you being with me was all a lie and if he asked he could ‘have you up against a wall and calling his name’ and I just lost it.”

He turned to face you, hands gripping at the wet fabric on your waist, “I’m sorry princess, I just…I couldn’t stop myself.” His head fell to the crook of your neck as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, neither caring about the vulnerable state Mattheo was in in the shower stall. 

His posture indicated he felt bad for his actions, or at least feared that you might be mad at him. In reality you were anything but angry. You know it shouldn’t, but seeing Mattheo fight just…spurred you on. 

You tugged lightly at his curls and he lifted his head up, soft brown eyes meeting yours. “I love when you fight for me, Mattheo,” you twirled a curl around your finger at the base of his neck. Mattheo’s mouth upturned ever so slightly, “Yeah?”

You could feel his fingers dip under the hem of your shirt as you nodded your head, “Yeah, I know it’s kind of bad, but when I saw you hitting him earlier,” you pushed Mattheo back slightly, gripping the bottom of your soaked shirt and peeling it up and off your body, Mattheo’s eyes shot straight to your green lace bra, “I just wanted to get you alone and show you how much I really,” you popped the button of your jeans, “truly,” you dragged them down your legs and stepped out, “appreciate it.” 

He knows he’s seen you bare before, but there was something about you standing in soaking green lace that had his body responding before his mind could control it. Mattheo, for once, was at a loss for words, but you didn’t mind taking control for a moment. 

You placed a hand on his strong chest, pushing him back with the slightest pressure as your trailed your hand down his abdomen, feeling the dips and curves of his muscles that quidditch helped sculpt. His eyes held contact with yours as his back hit the tile wall.

Your hands continued to explore his body, thumbs dipping into the v-cut of his hips before grabbing him fully in your hand. You stroked him with light pressure, Mattheo’s eyes rolling as his head leaned back against the wall, “Your teasing me, Princess.” The statement came out in a breathy moan. 

“Just trying to show my boyfriend how thankful I am that he’s always there to defend me,” you slowly fell to your knees, dragging your nails down his thighs as you did so, eliciting a soft groan from Mattheo. 

You hold your mouth open, sticking out your tongue. You hold him in your mouth for a moment, just feeling the weight of his cock on your tongue. 

You’ve only been any type of intimate a few times since officially being called ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ but you had made a mental note to take your time and enjoy it all in the beginning. 

“P-please, Princess. I n-need you to do something,” Mattheo’s begging went straight to your core. You pulled him from your mouth slowly, trailing your tongue along the underside of his cock. 

You wrap your hand around him, small strokes up and down as you kitten lick his tip. His hand finds home in your hair, lacing his fingers through the wet strands. 

You flatten your hand at the base of his cock, fingers spread across his pubic bone. You do your best to open your throat as you take as much of him as you can in your mouth. Your thumb applying light pressure where his balls meet his base, massaging the soft spot there. 

“F-fuck, holy shit, love, do that again,” Mattheo pleads. You hum in acknowledgment, repeating the action. Mattheo’s eyes roll in the back of his head and he knows he’s not going to last long. 

When you cup his balls, rolling them lightly in one hand as you deep throat him and hollow out your cheeks, Mattheo can’t even stop himself before he’s shooting hot ropes down your throat. 

You continue to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks out again and milking him for all has. Your hand is back at what won’t fit in your mouth. 

“Fuck, Princess, no more, I can’t,” he hissed through his teeth, grip tightening in your hair. You feel his thighs twitch under your palm but you don’t stop, wanting to push him just a little bit farther. 

His eyes roll to the back of his head and his upper lip quivers, you hum along his shaft, tapping his thigh to silently tell him to look at you. 

He stares down at you, eyes glazed over with lustful stupidity and that’s when you slowly drag him from your mouth with an obscene pop. You give one last long lick from base to tip before kissing his hip, grasping on to his forearm to help you stand up. 

Mattheo is still spent, leaning against the tile wall with shaky legs, one hand on your hip while the other cups your cheeks. 

“You tryna kill me, Princess? Where the fuck did that come from?” He’s breathless as he strokes your cheek lovingly. 

You shrug your shoulder slightly as your wrap your arms around his waist, “Just saying thank you.” You batted your eyelashes, doing your best to look innocent. 

Mattheo used his thumb to tilt your head up slightly, slotting his lips with yours. It was slow and sweet, his lips wet and heavy against yours. When he pulled away you found yourself lifting to your tip toes trying to chase after him. 

He chuckled slightly at your response, thumb tapping playfully at your bottom lip, “Cmon, love. Let’s get dressed before the rest of the lads get in and then we can go back to my dorm and I can,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “return the favor.” 

You slapped his chest playfully, “Cheeky offer, but you don’t have to do that. I’m more than happy with what transpired just now.”

Mattheo smiled your favorite dimpled smile as he grabbed a handful of your ass, “Oh, love, but I want to.”

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[darkdemeter]

PHASES COLLECTION TEASERS:

✘ Wanda Maximoff x GN/Female/Male Werewolf!Reader

↳ Don't usually put out teasers for the collection but I'll make an exception this time. Some snippets I thought I'd share for my wanda x werewolf readers! And to think that this song has been a playing inspiration behind these 2 phases. ↳ WARNING: 18+ content contains adult and sexual themes, minors dni

SNIPPET FROM ISSUE #5 "THAT WILD DOG" ────────────────────────

Wanda moans, soft and a voice made from the silken wove of heaven. Her hips roll along the strong muscle of your thigh and you swallow thickly, gaze hypnotised by the way her hips move. Her blouse and corset loosened to reveal the delicious curve of her bouncing breasts already marked with a litter of dark bruises and bites. 

Your hands, claws and calloused nature ungloved, guide her. One hand holds her at the base of her body and toys with the perky mound of her nipple whilst the other does the very same motion against her swollen clit. 

Already you have milked one orgasm from her and you crave another. The full moon has this effect on you. Your eyes alert and in a blinded haze, eager to chase your blissful rut. Your blood running hotter than usual and the form of skin and fur faded into a blur. 

Her spine arches with a teasing pinch on her clit and her thighs quiver uncontrollable. She moans your name, pleading. 

“Thatta girl,” you chuckle, low and dark. “Doing so well for me, aren’t’cha?”

Your fingers curl, the razor of your claws nicking along her velvety, slick walls that squeeze around the intrusion. These intoxicating moments of this affair have become far too much to simply abandon. Wanda finds herself often plagued by the need to have you ravish her, to both praise and punish her with your hardened style. 

She’s been so used to the plusher and simpler comforts life has to offer her. A sweet and educated girl turned and tamed to a darker tone of the west. From the city, what she thought she wanted was a humble life out here in the more reserved skirts of Westfield, further tutored by her lonely auntie. 

But what she wants is you. To be yours in every sense of the sinful word. 

The dark shadows of her recent choices follow her and she’s no longer running from that frightful predator. Instead she embraces thiswant, she accepts that her respectable image is becoming more and more tarnished. 

If she can have you, then society be damned. She wants your teeth in her skin, your scent painting her over and your claws embedded deeper into her flesh; your litter of pups.

“I-I’m so close—” she stutters, hips mimicking the shake in her voice. You curl the lithe, worn working of your fingers and scratch your claws only deeper against her walls, hearing her cry out. 

You coo with a roughened tip of your drawl, “Let me have it, darlin’.”

SNIPPET FROM ISSUE #6 "THE NEIGHBOUR IS A WEREWOLF!" ────────────────────────

From day one you have been a top neighbour. Welcoming and friendly, when she began to move her boxes into her new house, you were there at the truck’s side asking if she needed a helping hand. Of course, she took note of the scrap of metal sitting in your driveway that screamed for help more than her, but something about that charm you have made her accept instead. 

Eager, you began to haul in several boxes at a time, saving her at least an hour’s more work. 

She could never forget such kindness. It was scary to move somewhere completely new, heavy with doubt that she’d make any close friends so soon. Yet there you were, like a dog in the yard wagging your tail and hopeful, puppy eyes as you introduced yourself. 

From then on, you were always around in a way. Every morning when she’d make herself a cup of coffee and some breakfast, she’d see you out in your yard going about whatever it was you were doing that day. Touching up some of the broken pitches in the fence, weeding the hedges or— how she’d go bright red in seeing you in the farther corner of the backyard chopping logs of wood. 

She would quickly duck out of sight behind the floral pattern of her curtains just as you walked past, huffing and sweaty and carrying a load of wood that would take two men combined to haul. 

It was always a marvel and mystery of the things you could do, the small and sort of oddities she found. But it mattered little the moment she came home from work to find you half beneath the body of a car you were working on in your driveway, stereo turned up on full blast playing older music dated to the sixties at least. The way your stained jeans would hug the muscle of your legs, knees parted a little to spread and reveal the sturdy space of your lap and the junction between your legs. 

She had to think quickly and be smart in order to not get caught ogling at you when you spring out on the wheeled bed, tool in hand and hands covered darkly in car grime.

She had to think quickly and be smart in order to not get caught ogling at you when you spring out on the wheeled bed, tool in hand and hands covered darkly in car grime. How you always speak to her with that rumbly timbre edged into the vocal range of your voice, it sends tingles all down her spine and shooting into her core, leaving her with a dampened spot in her panties that she must now deal with after she shuts her front door at her heel. 

The things you would allow you to do with her if she just had the courage to ask. The things you would gladly do to her if she just gave you a chance. But there were other things that you had best keep to yourself and those chores were often curated around a time when you knew she wasn’t home or when it was late and under the cover of night…

Who wants a snippet from issues #7 and #8?

[toughguymatt]

Night Drive

Part 1/3

Pairing: AU!Nick x Male OC (Adrian Rivers) Summary: Curiosity getting the better of him, Nick takes up an offer to go on a late night drive. Warnings/Content: Language. Oral sex. Third Person POV. Posted in three parts, so it's an easier read. Smut is in the final part. A/N: When we say AU, we mean it. Nick bartends, is into cars, and knows how to drive? Crazy. Buckle up, get strapped in. Also, the FC for Adrian is Vinnie Hacker, but feel free to picture whoever you like.

“I think I’m gonna get a drink and head on out. This jet lag is kicking my ass,” Adrian spoke loudly in Tara’s ear. “Text me later, yeah?” He couldn’t exactly make out what Tara said above the raucous bass, but her nod and smile was enough confirmation. Adrian watched as she descended up the stairs to the private VIP entrance, a tray of shots balanced perfectly beneath her hand. She had insisted that he come by Nova so they could catch up on her break, but Tara was in high demand tonight. Adrian blew out a breath, trying to ignore the unread emails piling up in his inbox, and forced his way through the maze of drunk patrons to the bar.

He smiled at the busy bartender. "Hi, can I get a cherry Coke?" 

Nick's head swiveled toward the customer, automatically leaning in a bit to hear his order over the music. He spoke back, loud enough for him to hear, and maybe then some. "You want that on the rocks, big spender?"

He wasn't about to question the lack of alcohol in the drink, but a cherry Coke? Why could no one order a Starry or something? Aside from the fact that Starry was ass.

Adrian presented his credit card between two fingers. "You can close the tab. It's all I'm getting." He waited a moment before speaking again over the music. "I'm sorry, but were you the valet earlier in the week? I had the white- Well, you probably don't remember. But you look very familiar." Nick’s fingers clasped around the card and stuck it in the reader. While it was thinking, so was he. "White Camaro, black leather seats? Smelled like vanilla?" 

The tips of Adrian's ears burned red beneath his hair. He didn't expect the other to recall his car at all, or what it smelled like. "I got it detailed recently."

Nick hummed as he grabbed a mixing glass, replaying the image of last week in his mind while pouring in just a bit of grenadine. Of fucking course Nick remembered him. How could he not? That car was sexy as hell. "Oh yeah. I drove that thing up and down those streets. Side to side. Left and right. Had to drive it backwards on the way back, though.” He spun the reader back to the customer with one wrist, so he could finish the transaction. “Took the miles right off."

"Backwards, huh?" Adrian entered a 20% tip and his pin on the number pad: the date of his bakery’s opening. "Sounds like you could teach me a thing or two." His smile never left his lips as slid his card into his phone case. Adrian wasn't used to such confidence when people spoke to him. Usually there was a sort of trepidation, a fawningness. But not in this scenario. The bartender couldn't care less about how Adrian looked. The same couldn't be said for Adrian,  however, he was immediately attracted. Even the glint from the bartender's nose ring was sexy. "So," Adrian popped a cherry into his mouth, "should I ask for you personally next time I'm here, since you know how to handle my car so well?" 

Nick’s gaze caught on the sharp angles of the customer’s face and the way the cherry on his tongue matched the tint of his lips. “You want me to handle your car after I’d basically just said I’d taken it for a joy ride?” Had he? He’d never say for sure, especially since he could get in trouble and he wasn’t completely fucking insane. But a smile tugged at his lips nonetheless as he wiped his hands on the bar towel that hung just below the counter. “That’s crazy.” 

"But you brought it back without a scratch.” Adrian took a sip. “I think that's pretty impressive." Any other customer would probably swig down the rest of the drink, give their thanks, and go about their night without another thought, but Adrian never passed by an opportunity. "I'm sorry," Adrian blushed slightly beneath cascading lights, "I know this is forward, and I know you're working, but... I'd really like your number."

The way this guy went from ridiculously hot to cute was like a jump scare to Nick, and his hand flew up to his chest like the request was an insult. “Whaat?” His own cheeks flushed. “Why? No!” he said a little sharply before clearing his throat. Nick busied his hands, moving dirtied cups off the countertop. “You know, reporting me to the Better Business Bureau or whatever the fu—“ He corrected himself. No cussing on the job. Granted, no one told him anything yet, but he was trying his best before they did. “Or whatever that is won’t do anything. I was joking, and shi—stuff.”

"What? No. I'm not going to report you," Adrian chuckled. "I just wanted your number."

Nick eyed him for a moment. Again, this guy was way too hot to still be here. Nick should shut the fuck up and just give him his number. And yet… 

“Why?”

"Why?" Adrian was louder than he intended. The music thrummed inside his ears and chest. "I think you're hot. And I'd like to get to know you? Unless you're taken or something. Or not gay." 

“Oh, no, I’m definitely gay.” Was Nick hearing things? Was the music making his ears ring? He thought Nick was hot? Bullshit. This guy was, like, ripped out of a fan fiction or something. “And single.” He blurted. “I’m not supposed to give out personal information on the job.” Why did he say that? Fucking dammit.

"Okay." Adrian nodded. "Understood." He pushed his empty glass away from him. "Do you," he pointed to the register, "mind if I have my receipt?"

“Yeah, sorry, here.”

Adrian swiped a pen from the tabletop. "If you can't give me your number," he spoke as he scribbled on the paper, "I'll give you mine." He pushed it towards him. Adrian Rivers 555-6421

“Adrian Rivers,” Nick read out loud, eyebrows raising. His eyes shifted to him in suspicion. “Okay, you’re making this up. Even your name is hot.”

Adrian laughed. "Feel free to Google me. I'm a real person, I swear. Or just ask Tara." He pointed with his thumb behind him. "She'll vouch for me." Adrian moved from the stool. "I hope I hear from you. And I also hope that the next time I see you, I'll be buying you a drink instead." Adrian grinned and moved to exit. "It was nice to meet you, Nick."

Before Nick had time to question why he knew his name (and then realize why), Adrian was gone. Nick didn’t realize he was still looking after him until a customer stepped up to where Adrian once was. He crumpled the receipt slightly, but then tucked it in his pocket, and cut his eyes over to Tara who was now looking at him. “What?” he mouthed, though there was a slight smile to it, before getting back to work.

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Nick had been stalking the hot customer’s Insta for the past few days - of fucking course he had. Being hit on at the bar wasn’t a new occurrence, but it was definitely new for Nick to be interested. In a scientific way, of course. In a who-the-hell-was-this-guy sort of way. Definitely. For sure. No other reason. The series of selfies, the majority shirtless, just so happened to be there. So what if Nick looked? That’s what they were there for. Duh. It absolutely did not mean he was going to text him back. No way.

adrianrivers just posted a photo.

Nick’s jaw quite literally dropped open. “What the fuck…” he whispered, eyes assaulted by tan skin and warm eyes and an unending expanse of tattoos. He stopped thinking and pulled up Adrian’s contact in his phone. He tried not to question why he’d added his number to begin with. 

Nick: wtf was that??? Nick: i didn’t expect to be assaulted by your abs when creeping insta Nick: but i like your tattoos Nick: btw this is Nick from the bar. you gave me your number for some reason

Adrian: oh? have you decided I'm a real boy now? Adrian: thank you lol. kind of lost count how many I have. do you have any? Adrian: some reason? I told you why. you're hot.

Nick: im still on the fence tbh Nick: shut up. anyway Nick: i do have tattoos. my arm is starting to look like a doodle board so i’m thinking i probably need to cool it for half a second Nick: what’s the first one you got then

Adrian: ok I'll bite. what do I have to do to prove it? Adrian: you only live once. why not get cool tattoos while you're at it. Adrian: first one? fuck. it's been a minute. I think it's the one on my arm. an angel. Adrian: what's the last one you got?

Nick: you’re a little TOO hot so I’m going to need some kind of embarrassing story otherwise I’m going to assume you’re ai Nick: u right Nick: cool. I’d like to see that Nick: the triforce. you can barely see it with the other ones I have around it Nick: okay, what’s your favorite one

Adrian: you sure you scrolled down far enough? you'll see a very dorky 8th grade me. braces. glasses. The whole thing. Adrian: so you're a zelda fan huh? I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Adrian: my favorite is always my newest. Adrian: are you at work right now?

Nick: god no three posts of thirst traps and i felt like i was entering creep territory Nick: now that you know i might scroll down more so now’s ur chance to private your shit Nick: sounds tempting but pretty sure im busy that day typing… Nick: shift doesn’t start till 8. why?

Adrian: just three? maybe I should post more. Adrian: no point in being ashamed of it. it's still me. Adrian: depends. when do you get off?

Nick: bar closes at 2 and I’m out by 3 Nick: are you planning on snatching me up and axe murdering me Nick: bc I have a right to know so I can make arrangements for the right pic of me to be on the news

Adrian: I don't even know how to use an axe. a butcher knife maybe. but really I was thinking we could take a drive somewhere after you're off. no murder involved. Adrian: you can even show me how you drive it in reverse.

Nick: a butcher knife. thats messy as fuck Nick: at 3am??? what if I murdered YOU Nick: don’t you have a bedtime typing….Nick: i feel like you know i can’t say no to that

Adrian: I don't mind getting my hands dirty sometimes. so are you going to murder me then? Adrian: my schedule is a little off. why? do you want to tuck me in? Adrian: hey if the only leverage I have is my car, I'll take it if it means I see you again.

Nick: it sounds like you want me to Nick: insomnia? and yeah. sure. that’s exactly it. ill even tell you a goodnight story- fuck off Nick: it’s working Nick: if you want to risk your life and your car, swing by a little after 3. I’ll drive it backwards and forwards for you. upside down. all of that.

Adrian: I'll take my chances. Adrian: something like that. love that one. read it again. Adrian: sounds like a date. I'll see you after 3. Nick: ill write up my will on my break Nick: and text you when im out

Part Two

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Hey could you do a jacob!bottom x male reader!top smut where the reader is giving jacob an oil massage and jacob is trying hard to not rub his boner into the bed but the reader knows and starts to tease him by whispering things in his ear and starts to eat him out as well because his ass is lovely

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cw: nsfw, top!reader, bottom! Jacob, mmm oil massage time, Jacob wearing shorts he still needs to get sized up bc it really makes his thighs pOP, fuck a jock when you can yall 🙏🏼.

“Half of those kids are athletic and they put me through literal hell, I don’t wanna hear it” Jacob retaliated as Kaitlyn teased him for being close to last to make it back to the campfire, everyone knows he could’ve not only outran every councilor here but probably could’ve made it and been waiting for a bit before anyone got there. “Are you sore or something? you should probably rest your legs if you are.” You spoke while adjusting yourself on the wooden seat.

“I. Am. Fine. Really” Jacob insinuated while working on his leg a bit, moving it around while rubbing it in hopes the pain will magically disappear. You couldn’t help but admire your boyfriend, how handsome he looks with his backwards hat, his baggy clothing hiding all the well defined muscles, you so wish you could see even if it was in the dead of night. You couldn’t help but think back to why- “Hey, you good?” Ryan said as he snapped you out of your thoughts “Yeah, yeah, fine. My bad, I zoned out there for a sec” You said scratching at your neck for a bit.

The night trickled in as the moonlight washed itself over the last 3 councilors who still decided to stay out for a bit, Nick, Jacob and you. Though it only took one yawn from your end to send Nick into a fit of yawns. Low and behold after some time it was only you and Jacob remaining. “You think you’ll be able to get back to our cabin or you need help?” You offered your assistance as Jacob pondered while staring at his leg, you and back to the leg.

“Got what it takes to give a massage?” Jacob said

“Got what it takes? You’re talking to the guy who didn’t let a group of kids exhaust him.”

“Oh my god, if you were there you would understand.”

“Yeah yeah. Let’s just get you over to the boathouse”

The walk didn’t take too long, the increase in moonlight grazed across the lake's surface as the sound of crickets began to chime in. The lights to the boathouse were off despite maybe one or two lanterns still left on outside from…however long ago. Eventually it didn’t take long for you both to struggle finding the light, but soon enough the building was illuminated and all the insides were shown. The only issue is, no good massage area.

“What do we do for a makeshift massage table?” You said, not exactly to Jacob but more so for yourself. You looked around and found a…normal table, but that would have to be the last choice. “I can just lay on the floor if that’s easier babe?” Jacob spoke, his leg hoisted up behind him as he did some quad stretches. Unfortunately, there was little time to retaliate because at this point Jacobs baggy shirt was off and he was already taking those baggy sweats off to reveal some short shorts.

Honestly, you couldn’t help but stare, his physique always got you riled up but him in shorts that show off so much of his legs practically had you in hypothetical flames. And of course your boyfriend knew that too, his hands giving his body a quick rundown with his hands made you want to give up this whole massage guru act and just take him then and there but you knew he had to be in pain. “Well you seem pretty eager for a massage, might as well just use the floor” You said walking past him and giving his bicep a flirty squeeze.

You searched and searched through anything drawer like for oil, maybe lotion. You knew they had at least one of them here, you used the lotion earlier in the month but apparently someone moved it. Oil, on the other hand, who knows. Jacob sat on the wooden floor as he massaged his calf, his other hand readjusting the cap on his head. “Found em! hey lotion or oil? pick one!” you yelled out from where you were as you held two of them in the air, Jacob perked his head up at your question as he pointed at the oil. “Oil! it’s not cold and you get to lather up this hunk of a bo-“ Jacob winced as he held his calf tightly “O-oh sh-fuck! oh fuck that hurts- what a way to cockblock.” Jacob annoying stated as he picked his hat back up off the floor returning it to its backward state.

“Alright well lay down before you get any other cramps” you instructed while walking back, Jacob readjusted as well, he was lying on his stomach and of course you had to stare a bit at that ass of his as it was practically staring at you with how tight the shorts were. His Achilles tendon was first before leading up to his calf and hamstrings, His head was resting on his wrists while trying to ignore any of the uncomfortable pain that came with your well worked hands. Though with pain comes some pleasure and of course with your back and forth motion of his legs, you were practically guiding his dick back and forth against the floor.

As your hands made their way to his hamstrings, it almost felt as if his hips began to dip down into the floor, basically every time your hands went up he would go down. He was practically trying to get off by humping the floor. “Should I take these off for you? That’d be easier to rub you down too.” You questioned as your mouth came very close to Jacobs ear. You knew what the answer was, but you wanted to hear it from him.

“Fuck yeah babe…” his breath began to get a lot more pant like and your hands couldn’t help but feel his ass even more. You slipped your fingers underneath the elastic top while slowly pulling the shorts down, though most of the time was spent feeling just how big his ass actually was. It would feel even better on your di- “You really like taking your sweet ass time pulling some shorts off y’know that?” Jacob said, clearly impatient. “Says the one with the sweet ass”

Jacob pushed his ass up as his back arched a bit, he even shook it in front of you a bit though you couldn’t help but give it a playful slap after feeling it up a bit. “Okay…okay, i’ll stop.” You lifted his legs a bit in order to actually pull off his shorts as his jockstrap practically showed off just how perfect his ass looked.

And of course another playful slap on your end, though, the moan heard from underneath you signified how enjoyable it was. You squirted more oil in your hands as you rubbed it along each cheek, the glossy look already had you hard but why get to the extreme so quick? Jacob still had his dick rubbing against the smooth wood, he clearly wanted something more than the massage.

Your legs straddled his ass at this point as you bent down to his ear, your print now up against his ass which he arched into “You got such a good ass y’know that?” copying his tone from his previous comment, you playfully thrusted which made him only whine quietly as his eyes met yours, and the lust was so obvious in them you knew he needed to get off. “Well what’re you gonna do about it? Just gonna rub it all night?” He said with a grin as you stopped and returned to where you once were. A warm yet wet feeling came across his ass with the occasional sharp feeling, your tongue swished around as you left a few playful bites here and there.

You slowly made your way where his hole was as your tongue licked everywhere but where he wanted, though his excessive and very vocal moaning made it clear that it would only get better from here if you actually go for it. “mmm fuck your tongue feels so fucking good, just keep tongue fucking that fat ass” Your boyfriend explained before he hoisted himself up a bit with one arm just enough to look back at you and shove your head in with his other hand. You didn’t expect that, but you didn’t mind, and at this point he was practically fucking the floor, his pace quickened and you were practically in the same boat.

you used a free hand to unbuckle your pants as you began to thrust against the wood, no wonder Jacob kept it up so long, the feeling was practically euphoric. Though one last thing was in your mind, if fucking the floor was this good, Jake still had his strap on so he wasn’t getting the full experience. You moved your hands up enough to pull his dick out from where it was and started to jerk him off essentially.

The amount of curses and moans coming from him practically made you shudder as his thrusting somehow got faster, though that wouldn’t stop you from giving him the rimming of his life. Plus he was supporting you with a hand on your head. “Oh fucking- shit bro- fuck your hand is so hot” You were able to move your head up just enough to see just how hot and horny you got him, the hand he’s using for leverage is practically clawing at the floor and his face is almost drenched in sweat.

“I’m so fucking close-“ At that point you began to stroke him off at the same time as he was thrusting, there was already so much precum at his tip it gave you some free lubrication if the oil didn’t already do that. “Fuck! Fuck! i…holy shit-“ You felt his thrusts slow down while the back of your hand was met with the pool of cum underneath you. His hand left your head as you were finally able to take a genuine breath and not strive off what air you were able to breath in with your nose.

Jacob maneuvered back to sitting down as you crawled up slowly, strings of cum connecting from your shirt and the floor. You honestly couldn’t be annoyed right now from just how blissed out the two of you are right now, Jacob only stared at you and likewise “Guess we both made a mess…” You spoke with a panting voice, taking off your shirt knowing it’s practically unwearable now for the rest of your stay. “Didn’t know you were skilled in mouth and hands” Jacob said “I’m smart when I have to be babe” You replied before wiping the sweat from your forehead. Two more months left of summer and you get this beefcake all to yourself.

[musei-thoughts]

𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘐𝘝.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘈𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 595𝘸.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘔𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 (?)

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 :)

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦.

Life is good.

Scratch that. Life is better. Especially now that Vox had been spending quite a lot of time with you. The moments that the two of you shared made him smile like an idiot in love.

Well, he IS an idiot in love and where’s the lie in that?

His everyday life seems brighter and livelier with you around. He finally has something to look forward to aside from the FNAF movie or the bowser x reader fanfic that he’s currently obsessed with. You make him happy, and he’s just glad to be near you.

Glad to have some of your time despite your busy schedule. Glad to see your beautiful smile and hear your sweet voice. He even began to banter with Nick about who will get your number first, it was a sight to see, especially for Shiro (who basically has to babysit two Y/n simps now). Vox would walk you home every now and then, sharing a lovely talk with you before saying goodbyes.

Everything was amazing for him but there was something that's been bothering him...

Whenever he drops you home, he felt a chilling presence of something that surely...wasn't human. At first, he didn't really paid mind into it, but everywhere that you went with him, the reeking presence follows. Who or what could this presence be? Were you in trouble? Does he have something to do with this?

If ever, Vox was determined to find out.

He followed you around town, keeping a low profile so he doesn’t stand out. On the other hand, you were completely oblivious as you tend to your errands. The ravenette admires your beauty as you picked fruits from an outdoor stall. How could you be so pretty even when doing the simplest things?

You quickly paid and resumed your walk around town. Then, Vox felt his throat go dry when he feels the presence again. The farther that you went into the town, the stronger it gets.

Sweat forms in his palms as he tried to keep himself hidden from you. For a few moments, nothing happens. But as you passed an alley, a hooded figure follows right behind you. 'Got ’cha you bastard.' Vox follows after the person and tries not to catch your attention at the same time.

Once you entered a shop, he tackled the person to the ground, holding him down. "I got you, you motherf*cker. What do you plan on doing following my Y/n like that, huh you c*nt? Do you think you can-"

"-Vox! What are you doing?! Get off him!"

You came running out of the shop as soon as you heard the commotion and pulled him off the hooded person. "Oh my god, are you okay?! I'm so sorry about him." You asked the person with worry. "Y/n, this person was following you-"

"Vox, he's my friend."

"What?"

The man got up from the ground with your help and he took his hood off. The moment that Vox saw his face, he felt his soul leave his body.

No way in hell...

You helped the person dust himself off and checked for injuries but saw none. With a sigh, you turned to Vox, ready to reprimand the male.

"Vox, this is the friend that I've been babysitting for." You explained, still having that scolding look on your face. “Now apologize to him, Vox.”

The man chuckles and smiles at you, “It’s fine, Y/n.” Then he meets the demon's golden irises, sending chills to the raventette's spine "It's nice to see you again, Vox."

Vox shows him an irked smile, "Same here,

Shu Yamino."

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳…? 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴??

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[sleepingdeath-light]

filthy sinner ; 18+

kinktober day twenty

pairing ; angela blanc x cis male!reader insert

fandom ; black butler

masterlists ; fandom | kinktober | ao3

content ; dominant!angela blanc, sadist!angela blanc, submissive!reader, masochist!reader, pet play (puppy), bondage, impact play, chastity cage use, choking, punishment, degradation, aftercare

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For as sweet and gentle of a lover as your Angela can be, as your domme she’s never been one to let you get away with your bad behaviour without some sort of consequence. Usually her punishments were brief and traditional — spankings, orgasm denial, a bit of degradation here and there — but today it seems as though she’s determined to make an example out of you and ensure that your latest offence never gets repeated.

She has you tied to a cold brick wall, completely nude save for the silver chastity cage painfully restraining your aching cock and the intricately made pup hood covering your face. There are heavy, metal manacles attached to your wrists and ankles, with one set keeping your arms held straight up while the other forces your legs far apart enough for you to be unable to get any sort of friction against your throbbing dick. The chain collar around your neck is heavy and thick, rattling and nicking against your skin with every shuddering breath, and tightening every so often whenever Angela decides to tug on the attached leash — the sensation lasting just long enough for her to hear you let out those strained choking gasps before being released once again so that you can catch your breath — and you’re sure that by now the entirety of your throat must be covered in tiny cuts and scratches and bruises from how long she’s been going through this same routine.

And then there’s the paddle — a leather wrapped wooden object about twice the size of her hand and about ten times as harsh on the skin as she sharply swats at your bruising thighs and calves and stomach and sides. She makes you count each hit and thank her through your gasps and tears, rewarding you with an approving hum when you succeed and gleefully degrading you whenever you lose count or forget your manners. They come in batches of seven — the Lord’s number, naturally — and she seems intent on addressing each area seven times each before the evening’s done, rotating between the softer areas of your body as a small mercy in order to provide you some sense of relief amongst all of the pain. All the whole uttering the most depraved orders and statements that send wave after wave of uncomfortable heat straight to your dick, too far gone to do anything but accept her words and obey her commands.

‘Count for me, puppy,’

‘Be a good dog and thank me,’

‘What a pathetic little mutt you are,’

‘Can’t remember your manners? How pitiful,’

‘You should be thankful I’m even touching you at all you filthy hound,’

‘Stop barking and let me cleanse you of your sins,’

‘Are you whimpering? What an awful sound,’

‘Take your punishment like a good boy and maybe I’ll unlock your cage once I’m done,’

‘You bleed so beautifully for me,’

‘Ah ah ah. Stop squirming, puppy. Only good boys get to touch me, you know that don’t you?’

‘Such a despicable creature you are,’

And you’re so so tired, and everything hurts, and it’s all starting to get to be too much for you to take. So, with what little remains of your conscious mind you push through the lingering haze of pup-space and pleasure and pain to call out the one word you’re incapable of ever forgetting:

‘Demon! Demon!’

And, as though a switch was flipped inside of her mind, everything stops and your beloved is making quick work of freeing you from your restraints and pulling you down to lay on her soft lap. Her touches are gentle, her voice is soft and laced with concern, and all of her favourite toys are tossed away so she can focus on you — showering you with praise and reassurance and earnest questions as she takes care of you in a way only a lover can.

‘You did so well to remember our word, sweetheart,’

‘I’m so proud of you,’

‘Such a good boy for me,’

‘Tell me what you need, my love, take your time,’

With the mask removed and the collar undone and the cage discarded you finally feel like you can breathe and think again. Slowly coming back to your senses as she brushes her fingertips along the side of your face and looks down at you with amethyst-purple eyes filled with nothing but gentleness and care. Feeling so overwhelmed that you can’t help the way your own eyes tear up as you wrap your arms around her waist, bury your face in her lap, and weep. Overwhelmed because of her care. Overwhelmed because of her warmth. Overwhelmed because of her sweetness.

Overwhelmed because you know that she’ll always love and take care you no matter how bad you’ve been.

[bonniebird]

Halloween 2023 Event Information

Halloween 2022 Masterlist

Halloween 2023 Masterlist

Only 283 of  364 request slots left for the Halloween event :)

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1.  "Every human needs a vampire."

  David (TLB) x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

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2. "I'm protecting you. Because that's what we do. We keep each other safe."

  Bonnie Bennett x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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3. "So this means you're a werewolf?"

  Malia Tate x Fem!Reader

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4. "Well, I’ll be a mortal. And I'm in love with you. And I don't care that you're a witch."

  Prudence Night x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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5. "If you're coming for my friends, you're coming for me."

  Scott McCall x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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6. "Magic finds balance. I'm not supposed to be here."

  Allison Argent x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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7. "Simply knowing you existed wasn't good enough for me. I needed to have you. To keep you for myself."

  Nick Scratch x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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8. "Only you can make me feel complete. I'll whatever it takes to get you back."

  Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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9. "I am not having sex in a graveyard."

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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10. "Hello, Pumpkin. Want to roll around in the hay bales with me?"

  Peter Hale x Reader

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11. "You ate all my candy so now you need to give me something sweet to make up for it."

  Jason Stackhouse x Reader

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12. "You like me in this costume? Admit it."

  Eric Northman x Reader

- Requested by: @schinug

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13. "You could just spend the night with me and see what happens."

Eric Northman x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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14. "Oh, no. I’m a single adult, and I kissed another single adult. What’s gonna happen?"

 Peter Hale x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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15. “(Hermione Granger) doesn’t need a car, they have their broomstick.”

  Hermione Granger x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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16. "AHHHHH! The black cat I was holding turned into a person."

  Kol Mikaelson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: (reader being the cat? 👉🏼👈🏼)

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17. "A crowbar... dynamite... cyanide. As if we'd run out."

 Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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18. "Aren’t you tired of resisting? Just admit that you want me."

   Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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19. "I am very naughty but in a very nice way

 Alfie Solomons x Reader

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20. "(Alfie Solomons)? Why is my name on this gravestone?"

  Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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21. "Thanks for hiding away with me."

 Bonnie Bennett x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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22. "A party in the cemetery on Halloween just seems like a bad idea all around really."

  Bella Swan x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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23. “I went to that Halloween party everyone was going to. I was wearing this costume because I wanted to impress you. I went room to room looking for you. I saw you kissing Nancy. I knew you didn’t like me the way I liked you.”

Steve Harrington x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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24. "Please (Michael) please tell me you didn't get bit by that thing while you were trying to save me."

Michael Emerson x Fem!Reader

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25. "Am I dead? Is that why I keep ending up here?"

  Bonnie McCullough x Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

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26. "It's creepy that you're so excited about this."

Meredith Sulez  x Male!Reader

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27. "I care about very few people in this world. A small handful of vampires and you."

 Elena Gilbert (books) x Fem!Reader

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28. "I feel safe here. With you."

  Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

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29. "They were in my room! I bet they went through my stuff and touched everything with their creepy serial killer hands."

 Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

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30. "He looks like a serial killer."

  Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

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31. "If I’m the killer why didn’t I kill (Character) when we were alone together?"

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

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32. "You’re not going to turn me in are you?"

 Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

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33. "(Y/N) got stabbed! They were trying to protect me. They can't be one of the bad guys."

  Allison Argent x Male Calavera!Reader

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34. "(Character) might have the power of foresight."

  Bennett x Male Reader x Prudence Night

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35. "Are you sure that's a real spell?"

Jacob Black  x Fem!Reader

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36. "Are you having trouble sleeping too?"

  Bonnie Bennett x Male Claire!Reader

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37. "Help me! Before I disappear!"

  Sophie Deveraux x Male!Reader

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38. "(Ambrose Spellman) has been turned into a (Cat). I don’t know how."

  Ambrose Spellman x Reader

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39. "Never. You have nothing to fear from me"

Captain hook  x Fem!Reader

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40. "I am very naughty but in a very nice way."

Dean Winchester  x Reader

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41. "Aww poor little vampire. Do you need someone to teach you how to feed?"

 Theo Raeken x Fem!Reader x Rebekah Mikaelson

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42. "[Character] is dead. Unless you're hanging out with a ghost you must have lost your mind."

Regulus Black x Reader

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43. "After this? You mean nothing to me."

  Potc Commodore Norrington x fem!reader

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44. "I'm not mad anymore."

 Dorcas Night x Reader

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45. "Somethings out of whack."

  Madison Montgomery x Reader

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46. "I bet you lost some sleep thinking about me."

Josie McCoy  x Reader

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47. "I'm not mad anymore."

 Rodolphus Lestrange x Reader

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48. "(Character)? Why is my name on this gravestone?"

 Death of the Endless x Reader

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49. "Is there a spell that can make you stop crying"

  Tom Riddle x Reader

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50. "You're not going to kill me?"

The Handler (from The Umbrella Academy) x reader

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51. "Do you really think a fast car and tight jeans are going to impress me?"

Billy Hargrove  x Fem!Reader

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52. "Hasn't anyone told you. Second hand smoke kills."

  Peter Pettigrew x Reader

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53. "Did I say something to upset you?"

 CAOS Caliban x Reader

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54. "It's not the size of your fangs, it's how you bite."

 Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

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55. "You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."

 Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

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56. "(Character) you are my friend and I could never bring your life to an end."

 Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

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57. "After a century or two, I might get to like you. Too bad you won't live that long."

 Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

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58. "Boo! I’m here to haunt you with Halloween fun!"

Dwayne (TLB) x a short female reader

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59. "Tell me… tell me you want me."

 Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

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60. "If I look like I’m green with envy it’s your fault."

  Malia Tate x Male!Reader

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61. "Trick or treat! You’re something sweet I want to eat."

  Dwayne (TLB) x female witch reader

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62. "I'm not going to let that happen."

Bella Swan x male vampire reader

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63. Halloween moodboard: Daphne Blake

Daphne Blake x Reader

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64. "Are you trying to turn me on? Don’t worry it’s giving me some ideas on what to do with you."

  Reggie Mantle x Reader

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65. "Hello, Pumpkin. Want to roll around in the hay bales with me?"

Midge Klump (Riverdale) x Reader

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66. "I gift you with bruises and hickies and you hide them so no one can tell that I own you."

Sweet Pea (Riverdale) x reader

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67. "If I knew it would be this easy to get you all over me, I would have taken you to a haunted house sooner."

Dwayne (Lost Boys) x reader

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68. "If I give you a ride then you have to ride me as well. That's the rules of my car."

 Billy Hargrove x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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69. “I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that… as if you could outrun me… as if you could fight me off. I'm designed to kill.”

  Eddie Munson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: where he comes back from the upside down but... changed. Everything looks too perfect. Vamped ?

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70. "You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."

  Eddie Munson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: where he accidentally turns her as a vampire. And mocks her for reasons

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71. "a little witchcraft, I suspect"

  Geralt x Reader

- Requested by: @gatefleet

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72. "(Amy) doesn't like dressing up for Halloween. No one tell her I tricked her into dressing up like that guy from the movie we saw"

Amy Santiago x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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73. "(Fiona) took dirty pictures for me. I keep one in the car for emergencies"

Fiona Gallagher  x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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74. "We're playing spin the bottle at a halloween party. What are we kids?"

  Michelle Jones Watson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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75. "If I give you a ride then you have to ride me as well. That's the rules of my car."

Howard Stark  x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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76. "If I pretend to be your date, will you fuck me?"

Natasha Romanoff  x Fem!Reader

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77. "excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like"

Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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78. "(Peggy) looks like she'd be really mean and into kinky sex but actually they're really nice and only know one sex move"

Peggy Carter x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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79. "(Reader) looks too cute in her costume. I'm going to have to do something about it"

  Daisy Johnson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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80. "I just saw (character) naked! I’m not going to be able to think about anything else for a while." with Character being the Reader?

   Daisy Johnson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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81. “(Character)! Get up please get up! Don’t die!”

Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Reader

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[undercoveravenger]

All That’s Left to Do

Pairing: Nick Scratch x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Hi if you are still doing request could I ask for a nick scratch x reader where nick is talking to Sabrina his boyfriend’s best friend about telling him about magic and everything. But when he gets the nerves to tell him his boyfriend already knows and is like “come on nick it’s not that hard to figure out, we live in greendale weird things happen everyday and my best friend and boyfriend are terrible liars” sorry if it’s bad.”

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“Nick, if you’re serious about (M/N) then you need to tell him,” Sabrina said calmly, watching Nick pace the length of the living room at the Spellman Mortuary, wringing his hands nervously. “If you don’t tell him, he’s going to figure it out himself and he’s going to be mad.”

Nick let out a torn grumble, “I know that,” he said. “But I also know that it might not go well. It didn’t for you and Kinkle.” He knew that bringing up his friend’s breakup was a low blow, but with how worried he was about telling you the truth. He’d been dating you for a couple months now, since just after he met you when he came to help the Spellman’s protect the town from the Greendale Thirteen. Nick had known all along that if he meant to stay with you in the long-term that he would have to be honest about who and what he was, but he’d never been more afraid of being himself.

“As much as I hate to say it,” the blonde started, tugging absent-mindedly at the hem of her sweater as she studied him. “You and (M/N) aren’t me and Harvey. I think the two of us were meant to fall apart, but not you two.”

Nick stopped in his tracks, turning to look back at the witch. “You think so?” He could feel his resolve strengthening when she nodded. He took a deep breath, biting his lip, “I need to go,” with that, he vanished, but Sabrina knew just where he was headed.

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Nick knew that he tended to appear out of nowhere relatively often around you, but he was always a little surprised when you failed to react to his sudden appearances.

“Hi, Nick,” you greeted from your place sprawled out across your bed, not even looking up from your comic book at your boyfriend’s entrance. “What brings you by?”

His brows furrowed as he came to sit beside you on your bed, “How’d you know it was me?”

“It’s not that difficult,” you chuckled, looking up from your book, “Besides, I’ve gotten used to you showing up out of nowhere,” you teased.

“About that,” Nick started, hesitating for a moment, but he knew that he had to come clean. “You know it’s not just that I’m sneaky, right?”

You rolled your eyes, continuing your reading as you talked to your boyfriend. “Of course I do.”

“I don’t think you do,” Nick retorted, keeping his eyes lowered like he was afraid to see how you would react. “I literally appear out of nowhere. Like, by magic.”

You nodded absent-mindedly, “I know, babe.”

Nick’s brows furrowed, beginning to grow frustrated by your dismissive tone. “No, you don’t know! (M/N), I can do magic; I’m a warlock.”

You sighed, marking your page and then setting aside your comic. “Babe, I do know. I have for a while. I know about you and the Spellman’s and Theo’s boyfriend- It’s not a big deal. I know that you’d never hurt me.”

Nick stared at you incredulously, struggling for a long moment to think of what to say. “I’ve been panicking over telling you for weeks and you knew?! How did you know?”

“It’s Greendale, Nick,” you laughed, reaching for his hand and tugging him closer. You pressed a kiss to his knuckles before settling back into your previous position. “Weird things happen every day; finding out that you have magic hasn’t even cracked the top ten of the strangest things to happen this week.”

“Oh,” Nick said, though it was clear there were a million other things he wished he could’ve said. “Right.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging Nick down to lay beside you, “Babe, you being a modern-day Houdini isn’t something to worry about. Magic has always been a part of you, now it’s just another part for me to fall in love with.”

Nick couldn’t help but smile as he curled up against your side, watching as you went back to reading. Now he realized that he had had no reason to worry; all of his secrets were out in the open and nothing had changed. Now all there was left to do was to be happy with you.